The Institute

Playing Roshambo Against a Kid with No Hands

 

“England’s doomed”

 I remarked (offhandedly) while beating him, yet again, in what was, by all accounts, “just” a friendly game of ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’.

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The kid kept thinking he’d win

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A Magnified View of One of The Ladder’s Horizontal Supports and the Artist’s Interpretation of an Inter-dimensional Being that has Controlled the Destinies of Man Since the Dawn of Time

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“No way!” You (most likely) exclaim upon reading the above title, unbelieving that such inside knowledge is now at your fingertips.

However

The question remains

Do you really want to know?

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I know I didn’t. But, someone has to.

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Do you remember a while back when I mentioned having “a bad feeling about this”?

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Well, if you’re like most, and chances you are, at least somewhat, then, you have completely forgotten.  Luckily for you, being that I am, what you could describe as, a ‘unique individual” I am unable to forget, and so, have been (some would say ) cursed with the responsibility of reminding you.

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Number 21 of the 107 (no one remembers)

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Of all the unanswered questions of our time, perhaps the most important is: ‘What is The Institute’?

 

Whah-zup?

I’m getting emotional. Do you ever get emotional? It’s important. Emotions, that is. They can show you care. You do care, don’t you? I would hope so. Otherwise you are uncaring and that’s bad.

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I ‘borrowed’ this title from George Orwell, who, it just so happens, if he were alive today, would be on my side and agree with me about pretty much everything.

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You better believe it

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Of course, you do have the choice not to believe. I mean, if you simply want to carry on as if we are not all doomed, that’s up to you.

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No one with what you might call “a lick of sense” spends any appreciable amount of time worrying over the prospect of what the ignorant, i.e., pretty much everyone, used to call “meeting your maker”.

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Some few of you may recall, with great fondness, a time, in your younger days, when, with great excitement, you would proclaim, to any who would listen (and even those who would not), that you were, “into art”

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“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.”

-Aristotle

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IT’S BEEN PROVEN THROUGH SCIENCE

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Pythagoras was known in his time ” as a wonder-worker who had a thigh of gold and who could be two places at the same time”

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That’s what the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy says, but, can they be trusted? At one time I’d have, without hesitation, answered, “Absofuckinlutley”, but now, now I’m not so sure.

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TRUE CONFESSION: I Once Drew a Drawing of Hitler

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“What the heck could have possibly possessed you to do such a thing, young man?”

My mom asked angrily

and, I mean it

she was angry

really angry

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I didn’t have an answer

or maybe

just maybe

I was too frightened to speak

the answer aloud

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