funkypig: The art that you seek is in the illusion of something great. 8r4d: Prophetic. What the frak are you talking about? funkypig: Art. Illusion. It sounds impressive, no? 8r4d: No. funkypig: I thought I should say something. I’m supposed to be that nagging voice in your head. I’m supposed to be that glimmer of motivation you can’t otherwise muster. 8r4d: Some muse. Hmmph! funkypig: No one gets to choose. 8r4d: Some consolation. You’re not doing a very good job these days, anyhow. It’s April and you know summer isn’t exactly my most creative season. funkypig: I’m trying. I said: That art you seek. You know, the creative masterpiece that’s lurking there. Inside your thick-o skull? It’s in the — what did I call it? 8r4d: Illusion. funkypig: Right. In the illusion. 8r4d: That doesn’t help me. funkypig: What do you want? I’m just an intangible construct of your overactive imagination. 8r4d: Except that I know your not real. funkypig: Fine then. I’m an intangible construct of your imagination designed to express the deep inner struggle of a constricted creative mind bound to the responsibilities of a work-a-day guy. 8r4d: Better. funkypig: So? 8r4d: So what? You still haven’t told me what this “illusion” represents. funkypig: You need more than that? It’s an illusion. Besides, I’m a creation of your conscious mind. I can’t exactly tell you anything you don’t already know. 8r4d: Sort of like a little cartoon demon whispering in my ear? funkypig: Yeah. But I’m the good guy. 8r4d: That is actually the most surprising thing you’ve told me so far. Really. So, where’s the bad guy? funkypig: She’s sleeping. 8r4d: Ah. I see. That’s not very reassuring. funkypig: It never is. But back to that original and vaguely prophetic statement… 8r4d: About the so-called “illusion” of greatness? Yeah. I still don’t get it. funkypig: Sure you do. I wouldn’t have said it otherwise. Construct. Conscious mind. Remember? You just need to think about it a little more. 8r4d: Isn’t this… oh, never mind. funkypig: Personally, I would start with the predicate of this particular nagging observation. It can probably tell you more than you realize. Think. Ponder. Meditate on the idea for a few days. 8r4d: Is that the best you can do? funkypig: Unfortunately. |
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