Folded Thought of the Day:


There's a gathering going down in the streets.  They're devising 
strategies for new-found conformity.  Lessening their influence. 
Confounding the critics.  Bleeding from the inside. 

It's a tailored insurrection.  The kind of movement that falls 
just this side of mythic proportion.  More of a glorified 4th 
of July trial run.  A lot of noise and flashy lights.  A block 
party of sorts.  When was the last time you saw a sponsored 
revolution?  With information booths and food courts and dunking 
games -- three balls for a dollar and you can sink the target du jour.  

All making allowances and signing papers.  Holding hands and singing 
questionable tunes.  A highly opportune event.  Taking advantage of 
this moment in history.  The hand-held 16mm Bolex has been replaced 
by the Cable TV crew.  Capturing the images to be used as poignant 
accompaniment to the latest chart topper....the voice of a generation.  

Loud-mouthed and highly adaptive leaders carrying around their 
Mr. Microphones.  With speeches about finding a way to discover 
a way out of this maze.  With their freshly printed receipt in 
their back pockets, if one were to question just how seriously 
they have bought into the current paradigm.  A so-called community 
of hard pressed conformists.  

And you can rest assured that they'll be taking evasive action when 
things start to heat up.  Passing the lone voice.  Cutting the night.  
Making do.  Preserving the fleeting memory -- transcribed on the 
freshly painted wall.  The elusive allegory.  Will anyone take notice 
or will they just find a comfortable place to continue playing their 
self-contained game?  

Masking a larger attempt to defy.  Dropping in twos.  One by one.  
Finished thoughts are cramming together in a single idea.  A seed. 
Sly make-believe crossing boundaries.  Before your eyes.  Flexing 
the veritable muscle.  Shadow boxing on the line to tomorrow.  

A certain buzz has begun to make its way through the crowd.  
Leading some to tune the noisemakers out.  Seems the Shoe-Shine Kid 
is reportedly making his way in to town.  Bringing hope and 
trepidation.  With hands blackened and eyes steady.  There ain't 
gonna be a lot of mercy for anybody with a party favor in their 
hand.  You might look into getting a little dirt in those nails. 

Of course, nobody here was around for his big departure.  So many 
years ago.  But he did make it clear that he'd be coming back.  
And given where he's been, I wouldn't spend a lot time bending 
his ear with the troubles you've seen.  Best to give him a little 
space to rest and gather his census.


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