It used to be that I wrote absurdist posts in order to cope with my frustrations. My Planet Sardon posts are prime examples of diverting frustrations. But I can’t compete with reality. Today, I read news articles online; I read Wired.com; I flipped through the latest issue of Scientific American. And I realized I’d been defeated before I ever began. Everything I read cried out with absurdity. Are we at a crossroads in human history, in which we have officially entered an alternate dimension?
The articles I read on Wired included one on how we should fix health care with design elements. My Sardonians would never have thought of that! That would never have crossed my mind or theirs–that one could fix a broken system by giving it new and beautiful design elements. My mind is reeling. I’m simply not creative enough, I guess. Perhaps this is owing to my refusal to spend quality time meditating, as I learned from this article on Enlightenment Engineering. I used to be under the impression that the most creative inventors in history worked hard and rarely slept and, then, under this mental duress, fell dizzily into half sleep, which is a special mental space–not unlike meditation–that creates eureka moments. However, my understanding was that this special mental space sprang from sudden silence after the mental duress, and not from the mental relaxation itself–a kind of mental trickery. According to this new fad, wherein Google employees meditate to cope with their emotional spaces, deep thinking and breathing are the inspirators of how to do what they do, such as spy on Americans, more creatively. Where have I gone wrong in my thinking? No wonder I struggle with creativity! Rather than an inventor, I’ve instead become a melancholic caged monkey, which I learned all about from these sad photos of captive animal melancholy.
I’m a caged animal, looking out at the world and feeling melancholy because I view myself as an observer. But, as it turns out, I was the one being observed all along. It is rather a disconcerting moment to be living in. Cage-boxing isn’t all it was cracked up to be. When I throw my towel down, everybody just laughs at the good sport. A tiny thread of hope crept back in my poor brain when I learned from Wiki, the source of all information, that caged orangutans are known for being creative, and not just melancholic. As demonstrated in the image above, the orangutan has ingeniously discovered that a plastic tub can be used as a stylish hat. Go orangutan! And this without the slightest hint of either mental exertion OR deep, introspective meditation.
**As I promised on my facebook page, the first person who writes me a really absurd comment on this post will win a free copy of my book (either epub or mobi). Why am I doing this? I’m running off of no sleep and have mountains of tedious work to plow through. I need goofiness. And you might be the person for the job.