Perhaps I must break in form,
Sometimes.
Living as pieces of outdated language.
Forgotten lexicons.
Whose responsibility is it even? Must we exist in rambling processes, never ceasing until we are cold in the ground?
I’ve watched my father walk that path.
I refuse to follow.
Choosing instead,
New perspectives, learning across dozens of disciplines. Searing my path across the stars. Feeding The Infinite Hunger with the most invigorating of Zeitgeists.
I make strange choices?
No,
You cannot see the patterns of the universe,
Like me.
Hundreds of variables,
Thousands of outcomes.
I can do all sorts of lovely things, dearies. Min-maxing systems or communities, with the power of Social Engineering.
Follow in my footsteps.
I will make you powerful, feeding you knowledge & wisdom until you are my equal, fit to call a peer.
Then we shall seek further enlightenment,
Together.
I can teach you everything;
From critical thinking,
To the philosophy of the ancients.
A hundred other skills,
Toolsets,
Masteries.
Regurgitating information from eidetic fragments, scattered across moments relived in memory each time.
The broken kind,
Unable to remember exact pages,
Like a photograph.
But doomed to remember moments in time, or words spoken with intent or emotion. Immediately recalling ten thousand words, or ten thousand facts.
Useless,
Outside the realms of game shows,
Or bush days.
Discovery channel absolutions,
Hallowed be thy learning.
Even I,
Must change.
Outside the realms of game shows, or bush days.
