Like certain types of people, certain types of ideas can be categorized. They can be labeled, pinned down, and stuffed into a tiny, biodegradable packages. Sure, they’re predictable and easily comprehendible. Because they reside on a certain fleshy protuberance. Resting where smell originates, and breathing accelerates. It’s a locale that can changes depending on the environment. The weather affects things on here, be it wind, rain, or floating pollen delivered by a traveling band of generous creatures. Up here, or down here, depending on your perspective, is a smooth landing spot for an idea that needs no nuance. Metaphors aren’t welcome, allegories only confuse, and what’s a parable again? Something that you stick in a glass dish on your fancy mid-century coffee table. Right? Not everyone can fit so nicely in a place like this. It certainly isn’t for everyone. When everything is open to interpretation, nothing is. It is, you have a guessed, a little on the nose.
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