You are not privy, as am I, to the trials that led to this suggestion from Leila Allison. Suffice it to say there is a cat in America who is cleaner than he was, and a cat bather who may stop bleeding soon. But, Leila’s trials are our rewards when she brings us, from the bowels of LS Towers this:
New-agers, inspirational speakers, everybody’s “Nana” and that purple creep, Barney, all claim that there is something “special” about everyone. Every last one of us has a “special gift” and we are all stars just waiting for our chance to shine.
What a wonderful world.
People achieve maturity upon the realization that most of us exist only to make a lucky few come off as superstars–and that the new-agers, inspirational speakers, Nana and especially that jack-wagon Barney, were all blowing smoke up our collective butt for the pure meanness of it.
Hardly anybody gets to Live The Dream because without misery there is no concept of happiness. For you to love your job you must be outnumbered by the people who hate their jobs by a ratio of a million to one.
Still, who, in their secret heart of hearts, doesn’t hold on to the faint hope that they can be something greater than the sum of his or her meager parts? Certainly not Larry Lefkowitz’s likeable putz, “Sondheim,” who, against the odds (and probably against the will of both Nature and God) strives to be a proactive and noble Samurai.
The Samurai is classified as “humor,” and it is funny; but like living and hoping and dreaming it has a sad little dignity about it that I find poignant. Have a look, but keep an eye open for muggers and swords.