Left Brain, Right Brain
The way we were before we became what we are. Linear thought and cosmic engulfment. A few trillion fiber-optic connections between the yin and the yang of it, a wide-lane freeway without toll booths–focus on that and you get an uneasy feeling: did we miss where the action is?
People resent me because I won’t sit and chat. “A-B-C-D-E-F-G,” I say to appease them, and they breathe easy. See? He’s one of us after all.
We all make concessions to the alphabet.
School is where children learn how to geld freedom. It’s a slow process. The last bell rings and they bolt into summer. Twelve years old and still climbing trees.
It will be a while before they learn the meaning of oil.
