They come, they go
and new ones rise like phoenices from the many scattered ash piles of the old—the same semi-religious
cra stuff is recycled, sometimes even thinly dressed as novelty.
IF YOU WANT
to make an absolute mint by milking the naive then find a new handle on the same old same old, spit it out with gentle certainty … and provided that (a) it is appealing (makes at least a modicum of sense), and (b) you don’t get caught out … you’ll make a bundle.
I’M NOT SO STUPID
as to cast asparagus on any modern prophet (or provider of penetrating insights/answers) but sometimes I’m alerted in a new direction; I take this tired jaded cynical old mind back into the jungle to look at yet another semi-mystic peerless ‘prophet’.
there’s an established language and you must speak at least some of it; without a common base for understanding all stones fall upon seedy ground.
that I do go along with the Shakespearean observation that “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”. Indeed, there are. Aand anyone who can come up with a new angle on this truth can make a bundle from it. Brrrrr.
Tonight I watched a u-toob wherein the principal offered as reference one Eckhart Tolle. The U-tuber guy often posts interesting stuff so I looked up his offering (he certainly seemed rapt*) …
… and found what appeared after the first few seconds to be just another incarnation of The Archetypal ‘Prophet’. Regurgitated ‘Tao Te Ching’ mixed with a few other Zen aphorisms and a bit of condescending solicitude. Yeuch …
I could be wrong.
But I doubt it.
They come, they go.
Sometimes they endure. A bit.
But if success can be measured by wealth and power some are extremely successful. So for now, my cherubs, throw out all those other false prophets and gather ye at the feet of the Great Argus—
—and any donations for the Holey Kennel Roof fund will be gratefully accepted. No, not for me, you poor little lost lambs—they will go to the underprivileged of God’s Earth. I am merely His implement, performing Her ineffable will—
“Mr Argus, Sir—?”
“Yes, Little Virginia, sweet child?”
“… … don’t ask me, Kiddo, I don’t effing know—”
“Sorry, Kid. Just couldn’t resist it …”
Now try this one and I await your “Oh! Wow!” (It had better be good, or I shall have lived in vain …)
“Oh … WOW~!”
And the beat goes onnn, the beat goes onnnnnnn …
* New converts often do. (Sometimes they get over it when reality re-bites.)