Television..."H'm..." she said, at a loss for words. Not long after, she left. I recalled the time when I had given Sergei's brother, Rinzai, a briefing on the content of Jay Haley's masterwork, "Strategies of Psychotherapy". "H'm..." he said, at a loss. Maybe if Jo'Shu had said it. "Yeah, " I carried on, ignoring the "H'm". "When I read it I thought I'd never be able to carry on a normal relationship with anyone ever again." But who wants to? Hierarchies are the norm here in human- land. In hierarchies, as they say, you either lick boot or kick face.
BooksNow, inexplicably, the eyes had turned. Perhaps it was the spirit of the hour, and something you did not without realizing it had caught the attention of a major figure who lived in secret exile from what he regarded as distracting bustle. You were living simply, unacquainted with the extent to which you had assimilated vital currents, unaware of subtle implications that charged your every act with an elegance invisible to the monoconscious. Once, during different days, a fashionable notion had currency: that it were possible for certain individuals to embody a world idea or personify some key cause; -sometimes they were right-- but now.... it is a new Time. It is the sort of time, perhaps, when the embodiment of a world idea can live in squalor and possess grace without knowing contrast. Maybe when obscurity and fame no longer cancel but complement each other; when, mysteriously, those few that can Know begin rediscovering fine distinctions which the busy and trivial most invariably miss. However, it may be you didn't suspect that your manner was likely to attract attention. It always seemed that everyone acted more or less the same in certain fundamental respects and that we all made mistakes of about equal importance, and for the most part this is true, except that your mistakes were correct mistakes somehow.... they were exact, precise. You were calm in the face of their consequences, wielding an invulnerability. Then came the arrest, the ordeal. Your trial would be approaching and your innocence may have been spent by others to buy a form of surety, perhaps. The prosecuting attorney began calling at night to offer abuse; the stress of complicity in fraud showed even in the cracks of his face. But the defense was cavalier, distant, unreachable, possessed of a confidence he couldn't communicate... Some group vaguely infiltrates the social matrix, going native; then forgets itself automatic like a virus of indeterminate periodicity. Potential crosses a gap somewhere, triggering a shifting cascade of contingencies, catalyzing metamorphosis into another obscure high definition.
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