04-02-2014, 12:00 AM
The Most Noble Pursuit
The words start to mesh together, losing any distinguishing features."Let me tell you what he said...""Did she really do that...""Do you like the movie...""I love her new hat..."
There's more.
"What he should have said...""What she should have done...""What I would have said...""If I were the one..."
Groan.
"Well if it were me, I'd...""Who do you think will win..."If I was the coach..."
It's all the same.
"... if he said ... ... when I was there I'd ...... they should have ...... ... ... I'd ... ...You should......he ought to..."Over and over again,this eternal refinement,of themselves and each other.
Why?
Do the habits with which we interpret,and react to all things,whether trivial,or even real,merit such obsession?
"It is the most noble pursuit."
The cheerful man is speaking to me.Before I complain he assaults me again,
"These collections of habits you've noted,are called personalities,and the fools always name them 'Me'."
Once more he interrupts before I can start,
"Their compulsive tinkering with them isn't to be derided,but applauded as an overpowering drive for self-improvement,they've just misidentified the self."
And for the first time in an age,There is hope.
The words start to mesh together, losing any distinguishing features."Let me tell you what he said...""Did she really do that...""Do you like the movie...""I love her new hat..."
There's more.
"What he should have said...""What she should have done...""What I would have said...""If I were the one..."
Groan.
"Well if it were me, I'd...""Who do you think will win..."If I was the coach..."
It's all the same.
"... if he said ... ... when I was there I'd ...... they should have ...... ... ... I'd ... ...You should......he ought to..."Over and over again,this eternal refinement,of themselves and each other.
Why?
Do the habits with which we interpret,and react to all things,whether trivial,or even real,merit such obsession?
"It is the most noble pursuit."
The cheerful man is speaking to me.Before I complain he assaults me again,
"These collections of habits you've noted,are called personalities,and the fools always name them 'Me'."
Once more he interrupts before I can start,
"Their compulsive tinkering with them isn't to be derided,but applauded as an overpowering drive for self-improvement,they've just misidentified the self."
And for the first time in an age,There is hope.

