We are a world completely dependent on something that does not exist. Outside OurSelves.
Yet, somehow, and for some inexplicable reason we continue to look for the answers outside our coooool Selves.
It's a Dependancy. It's an Addiction.
This...this Dependency...this...this Addiction...this...this hand-holding need to COPE with what we perceive to be unCOPEable drives us forward.
If not up.
It propels us. And...and lightens our load by taking Responsibility off our shoulders and placing it on any one of a million things in our past. Our parents, let's say. Or our First Grade Teacher, who (being the repressed soul that he or she was) did not understand the Purple Hippotomus (colored only slightly outside the lines), therein destroying any chance our poor "child" had of ever attaining true perfection in the Art World. (Therein sentencing us to a world of graphic design logos from Madison Avenue advertising agencies.)
Pity the poor hippo...
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