That was most enjoyable, Gendanken. And it took a demiurge to make me laugh—I haven't laughed socially in a long while except at my own jokes, which tends to leave one feeling flat a couple of seconds later.
As I awaited on the edge of my seat for Gendanken's final report to the Goddess but saw that something was going to distract from it when you started to describe her Machiavellian scheme to present the Goddess with what would turn out to be an irresistible alternative, the stand-in statue, I thought, why did the Goddess allow herself be fooled? What about the report's fate, now shredded? I wonder if the Goddess might not know of it anyways…
Yeah, I too had just wrapped up a reply to The Marquis when it was announced on my monitor that the thread had just been closed. I secretly thanked James R for good timing because on second thought what I had written was just plain regurgitated blah—except for one part, the final paragraph. If I may? In The Marquis' analogy of using the football club, I questioned why football? In reference to the forums itself as a medium for social interaction and communication, I proposed the theater instead, where tragedy meets realism, participation meets sedateness, the mask, the mirror.
Anyway, on a personal note, I'm a slow reader these days, and a slow writer (quite rusty too—I sound sooo sedated, yuck, but that's how it is, and it won't change soon).
Thanks for that wonderful fable. I'll consider the chalk and the soul. Seriously.
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As I awaited on the edge of my seat for Gendanken's final report to the Goddess but saw that something was going to distract from it when you started to describe her Machiavellian scheme to present the Goddess with what would turn out to be an irresistible alternative, the stand-in statue, I thought, why did the Goddess allow herself be fooled? What about the report's fate, now shredded? I wonder if the Goddess might not know of it anyways…
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Yeah, I too had just wrapped up a reply to The Marquis when it was announced on my monitor that the thread had just been closed. I secretly thanked James R for good timing because on second thought what I had written was just plain regurgitated blah—except for one part, the final paragraph. If I may? In The Marquis' analogy of using the football club, I questioned why football? In reference to the forums itself as a medium for social interaction and communication, I proposed the theater instead, where tragedy meets realism, participation meets sedateness, the mask, the mirror.
Anyway, on a personal note, I'm a slow reader these days, and a slow writer (quite rusty too—I sound sooo sedated, yuck, but that's how it is, and it won't change soon).
Thanks for that wonderful fable. I'll consider the chalk and the soul. Seriously.
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