As an accomplished Perspectiveer, I came to think an unusual thought . . .
Maybe, other decent and innovative people are similarly misconstrued as schizophrenic.

Maybe, in a forum of schizophrenics, somebody might notice that I know whereof I speak,
notice that my postings can clarify understanding of common follies.

So, I'm giving you a look at myself, in the logic that maybe here are kindred spirits,
whereas the supposedly-spiritual, supposedly normal [ie supposedly sane],
cannot so litttle as to get onto the same page.

The old way, of considering before reply, is gone.

Innovating an artful and constructive reply to a disclosure is shouted into submission
by domineering religioneers who insist on their belief, and talk in worn-oute cliché . . .
and who wish a pox on independent research.

Gaps of silence are unwelcome among those who are wanting to be praised.

The whiteman belief that conversation is held aloft by a stream of opinions is primitive.
Real conversation is conveyed in meaning, in ramifications and a developing perspective.
Somehow, meaning has been bleached out of our daily treadmill.

How is the loss of nuanced meaning occurring ? Important question.
Strategic question.

As an Engineer, my reflex is to engage with any problem, hunting innovation.
Not appreciated by the unTalented Conformist, though . . .
Innovation makes them look idle shyte by comparison, which is what they do – Compare.

Self-obsession has only one external reference – the other humans they encounter.
So they compare themselves {no matter they are demented – denial takes care of that. NoT. }

An articulate person who does not submit to being handled, who forcefully refutes nonsense,
is an Alarming event in their “Ruler of all they Survey” phallus-wagging phantasy.

a Soap-Opera-Crisis, but no thinkable cause - only an aggravated Cruxx, glaring.
What was his Meaning ?

Panick beckons with desperate Lust.
Mental meltdown.

Oh dear, did Cruxx say something stupid ?
Or merely meaningful ?

Re-assembling their disintegrated beliefs, the bully re-Assures themSelf . . .
. . . Cruxx must be mad, to have caused such a fearful alarm.
No other explanation required.

Assuming Cruxx mad . . . pisses-upon their opportunity to grasp an insight.
Nothing to understand in madness, and thus is Cruxx's meaning dishonestly erased
from their shonky reality map.

So imPossible to find a proper Conversation.
Let alone a job to fulfill Cruxx Talent . . . {laughter}

Even mediocre jobs die of political poisoning,
in a rat-race of dog-eat-dog corporate character-assassins.

Society spat me out.
And I bounced . . .