Ordinary fools vs Remarkable Fools
is this is where i spill blue liquid on two different bleached white paper products that in reality are not made to absorb blue liquid?
are like rats gnawing at ordinary knots.
They curse the cord and twine.
There’s too much.
It’s too difficult.
Woe is me.
Yet they just keep chewing away
It’s not my fault
Escalating their complaints about the rope.
They complain both about and to:
And if they’re really foolish?
They lay it all at the feet of god and the heavens.
I’m wretched. I must be cursed somehow.
As though they were important enough to curse?
While remarkable fools?
They gather around tables, rolling dice with infinite sides.
They know that given the almost infinite improbability of our conscious existence, it would be absurd not to delight in being alive.
Remarkable Fools find some kind of delight daily.
Some days this is more difficult than others.
But taking the time to look likely is more satisfying than looking for some knots to gnaw.