We
turn this post over to the great leader of the discombobulated
reality we regard as our nogginal ambiances. May the force be with
or without him.
I
love my position as head of this coalition of self serving
nincompoops. It's simply a default absurdity. Like vacuum, the only
need for it is because there is matter. I've got no authority, they
don't tell me anything and that's how I like it. If someone wants to
do something they just do it. I've never lost any sleep over any of
this.
I
really run a quasi-democratic outfit here, with no resources to
enforce anything. I can't fire anyone, it would be like cutting off
your own leg. A symposium is a convivial gathering and to mollify we
simply allow someone to run the show however they want and for as
long as they wish. Eventually they will tire and we will all get our
turn.
I
do sort of look after our basic needs of food and shelter. They all
pretty much go along with these concerns because they all get hungry
too. So they humour me and I can keep this body of ours in a
somewhat healthful state so they can all play their little games.
Blame
the boss, yes. They sometimes need a scape goat. They take no
responsibility for their own actions. But humour them I must so I
just keep my head in the sand and someone will always come up with a
plan when we run into problems. These plans have a habit of creating
more problems but then that just makes life more interesting for them
all.
I
tease them sometimes, saying I can sell this outfit to the highest
bidder at any time, and right now the devil has half his cards on
the table. But honestly even he would have his hands full with this
unruly lot. My motto has become over the years 'What I don't know is
better left unknown'. So we plunder on. Make my day.
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