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posted Thursday, 22 September 2005
ABSOLUTE NONSENSE
I am becoming increasingly convinced that we are overlooking an important element in education and development. In an effort to standardise and to produce identical beings we are missing the untapped resource of nonsense and I have been attempting to explain this to Rita.
My theory (and therefore the absolute truth) goes something like this:- The vast majority of people mainly communicate with each other on a totally boring and trivial level, because they discuss such things as work, cars, clothes and washing powder. These subjects can and must only represent a tiny percentage of a universe which contains blue donkeys, piano legs and more importantly, derivatives of the noises made by cows (e.g. Moos flash - because of excess wind in cows, they are evacuating Moo Orleans etc etc). What sort of tedious world are we promoting when our children don’t feel free to bite cars and have friends who are paint brushes? In infants, these things are completely acceptable and then we have the audacity to arbitrarily educate the poor little things into a drone like existence. Well I won’t put up with it because a large chunk of reality just isn’t funny.
On at least a handful of occasions every day, someone will ask me to repeat what I have just said, look confused, laugh, run away screaming or call the 911 nut doctor (or all of the above). This is exactly as it should be and I would be deeply disappointed if it were otherwise. I don’t believe that I have any obligation to ensure that my entire verbal or written output, networks seamlessly with other similar looking beings – I don’t mind throwing in the odd piece of sense which they may require to get by or avoid unpleasant conflict, but after that, it’s my brain and I’ll bloody well use it how I like. We are told that we only utilise about 10% of our brain (I know some people to whom that would be a massive and wholly unwarranted compliment) and the reason is absolutely clear. From an early age, we are conditioned to impose an overlay of logic, reason and sense on an otherwise potentially limitless lump of grey stuff. Our noggins are imprisoned by the artificially constructed barriers to real thought – convention.
I can already hear the cynics amongst you pouring scorn on this line of reasoning on the basis that it is pure hypocrisy for me to put forward a rational argument. Not so. When I finish writing I will be going back to my other world of giraffe police and giant bonsai trees. Until you begin to see lack of reason, I will happily devote a few synapses to keep you happy, whilst allowing the rest to play where they wish. It would be nice if there were to be an acceptance of my arguments before my wife has me sectioned. Kim often has one of those “you’re fucking mad as a bear” looks on her face as she shakes her head in resignation. Often as not though, she ends up laughing. Off I go.
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