I.e.: "there is no room for debate with Rowena" is an "absolute" principle; as is "giving fair warning to a victim before committing a sin, act of cruelty, or crime unequivocally fixes culpability upon the 'victim' ~ period" However, "never covet what your neighbor has" is a "relative" principle: as in: "that sweater would look much better on me with my coloring".Rowena is open to comments and suggestions, although final decisions are made by Rowena and are unequivocally absolute.Principles appearing in these tutorials will be either "absolute" (standing under any circumstance) or "relative" (relative to circumstance).
ROWENA'S LESSON I
Absolute Maxim 104.b:
Never Ever
Connect The Dots
The shortest distance
between you and
your unequivocal desire
is achieved by the
wily navigation of
subterranean passages.
Maybe it's nice,
maybe it's not,
but that's how it is.
This holistic environment was there to keep us properly corralled in a playpenitentiary. Personally, I would sooner sip lye through a straw than hang out there.
However, coerced into "play" with inducements, I did my best to make it interesting. And, should you find yourself in a similar predicament, you should do the same, as follows:
Not wearing underpanties when climbing on the monkey bars is good.Stealing matches, striking them and throwing them into trash cans is good.
Sans matches, it is fair game to strike another child, or their pet. Then, wail before they do, so the grownup thinks that they hit YOU, or, alternatively, when they wail, look incredulous and then hurt beyond measure if accused.
Remember, few things in life are as gratifying as when the grownup believes your story instead of the other little person's, particularly when its not true.
Having eaten of the apple early on, I made it a point to track down significant others. There is little jouissance in dealing with infantile, namby~pamby, sissy or très retro peers. You must have peers you can sink your teeth into, figuratively speaking, of course.
Seeking ways to disobey your parents while still observing the letter of their law is a sublime creative act.
Faithful to the spirit of cliché which enveloped our household like a peat bog, my parents forbade me the self~propelled crossing of streets. For balance of power, I made use of the fact that all the buildings were connected by labyrinthine underground passages poised to accommodate a mass evacuation or a 100% duck and cover of the neighborhood. One could descend into the basement and turn up miles away or just down the street from one's point of origin and not once break the tribal street~crossing taboo or have to lie about it. [There is no sense in unnecessarily compromising one's character.]No one said that this underbelly of the municpal hive was taboo and so, here on a platter was the benefit of avoiding street traffic as well as bypassing its din; leaving one to concentrate in pure silence on navigation and the nature of self~inflicted terror as a path to adventure. Feeling fortunate to suffer from benign neglect, I could explore Oz for hours and not worry about the State of Kansas calling out the militia.
This left me free for philosophical speculation: Since all the buildings were identical, contemplating where I was geographically was nowhere near as interesting as pondering if it mattered where I was geographically.
Homecoming was synchronized with dinnertime. Over hot chocolate and a lamb chop, I would subject my little brother to mental torture two weeks after Pokey, his aptly named turtle, was laid to rest outside the kitchen window. "It was only hibernating, Erik, and will wake up underground all dressed up with no place to go." Pokey's grave marker, constructed of ice cream sticks, had washed away. The neighbors ranted bitterly when Erik uprooted their geraniums and empty whiskey bottles in the quest for a precious reptile's ressurection. I, naturally, stood on the sidelines sighing: "Erik, he's......so young, so grieved, so ............. bovine.
Life continues to be rewarding..... and Rowena will continue with Rowena's Tutorials.
UPCOMING
ROWENA TUTORIALS:
Lesson 2:
SPITE IS MIGHT
Lesson 3:
THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
BUT ONLY AFTER THE REST OF US
HAVE MOVED UPSCALE
TO A BETTER NEIGHBORHOOD
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