Carnival

Not sure it's one of my best, but I once wrote a poem in which I imagined everyone masked as what they indeed wanted to be. Nor is it one of the most original ones, although it was arrived at independently, because I have so far seen at least one crap fiction title with, more or less, the same idea. However, this world is almost tangible.

But perhaps more to the practical side is just how evidently insubstantial speculation is. It simply does not exist before it is uttered and is ever so fragile.

Need an illustration? Okay, please close this page (having read the blog) and tell me what it is about. This is exactly why Plato cannot be explained to a blockhead. For him, it does not exist.

As my pet Arthur S. said: People appreciate talent. It is something they can do done far better. But genius remains out of their reach.