The first day after the rain,when flooding around,now already for weeks long, has stopped, the village cafe was full. It was a beaujolais nouveau day after and everybody was tasting the year.
A friend Time Traveler and Witchdoctor were bravely sitting outside, sipping the fresh red.
“ There is this real tale I want you to hear ” Time Traveler started,
“ it is so simple and yet it explains how a mind structure of a person shows up in real space”
Witchdoctor: “ Go on and tell me all”
“ You know I have a house on a gentle slope. And I have a neighbor nearby” TT said,
“One day my neighbor started to build. Build walls. It looked like and turned to resemble to a series of open drawers protruding from the hill. A gentle slope turned into a series of cascading concrete small boxes, with sharp 90 degrees angles of the mounted side walls. All built with the concrete gray bricks,forget the classic stonemasonry we use, walls rising on the sides, cascading and protruding with sharp edged walls….the hill was horizontally leveled into a series of concrete containers… the gentle hill slope was turned into horizontal concrete boxes. One atop each other.”
“Oh shit,” Witchdoctor gaped.
“That is not the end of it”, TT continued, ” The broken material, concrete slabs, rests of concrete bricks, cement powder remains, washing remains from the used utensils, the cement sludge, building gravel, all mixed with the soil, and god knows what else of the building junk have been dumped at the bottom of this concrete boxes”
“ Oh shit” Witchdoctor gaped.
“ The next funny thing was, there are no stairs or steps which connect the concrete boxes, So, to move from one to another, one has to jump down or climb up, like if one has to lawn, cut grass or do whatever must be done on this concrete boxes!” TT added. “Not to mention moving around the sharp wall edges around the boxes.”
“ So you have beside you a stack of concrete boxes, full of debris, not communicating with each other, hard to reach and full of sharp angles.” Witchdoctor tried to make a conclusion.
“ Yes. And, they rolled a green carpet of grass atop them and so covered the dump and junk inside them”TT said, “ But you know, regardless of the ecosystem, while watching this thing happen”, TT smiled broadly and sipped his red, “ I was, in fact and live, in reality,on the ground, I was witnessing and watching my neighbor own inner mental landscape! I now know who he is mentally and how he functions!”
“ Because , he showed it on the ground how he thinks and what connections he makes and what is his idea of order and whatever comes out of his boxes…”
“It was not only his aesthetic attitude, it was his thinking which got real!”
“ Oh shit, I got it!” Witchdoctor smiled approvingly, “ Your neighbor inner self, ego, mindset is a series of hardly communicating isolated cascading concrete boxes, with the junk underneath them, covered in shining green industrial grass! And with a lot of sharp angles and edges around!”
WItchdoctor and Time Traveler were laughing hard and cheering with the beaujolais nouveau.
“ TT, who is your neighbor?” WD asked after a while.
“I See , you want it darker,WD, just to cite Leo Cohen, for fun,”” TT started laughing, “ It is not He, it is a She! A Business Woman.”
“Oh shit” Witchdoctor gaped.
“ Yes.There are some explanations to it” TT started, “ but I do not know if they stand the proof. Maybe she is too long in the male company and got the mindset there, or she is a natural one. Hmm, but if you look around and see all this female multitudes working for the man bosses, see them in IRS tax offices diligently compiling, and doing accounting, organizing things for man bosses, maybe they are naturally bound …maybe there is no such extra difference which makes the change…” TT concluded.
“ Yes” Witchdoctor added, “And the operating systems. Taken for granted, with their system of windows stacking, files stacking onto files and so on, make the rest.They are born into it.”
“ And all this is then transposed into a system of power, of the organizing of society, of the missing free flow of the gentle slopes…”
“ Sad story, not for us, anyway, but for them” TT concluded sipping his red.
“One more thing” Witchdoctor was laughing , “ TT, tell me, how they will get rid of your free growing daisies, dandelions and other herbs and grasses covering your gentle slope, when they start infesting Her industrial, uniform and perfect green grass?”
“ She will try to put a law against them!” TT was mumbling in a mock secretive voice.
“ Cheers to the daises and dandelions !”
The beaujolais nouveau day after was in full swing. And the cafe was roaring cheers.