Everybody wants eternal life: getting around death is the driving force for everybody; for most of us that means we refuse to think about it—we ignore it, and, in our youth, especially, act like, yes, in fact, we’re so important that we’ll never die—we don’t account for our older personhood. A little Pervitin, no matter how old we are, makes us feel like we are young enough to do anything—much like dating somebody many years our junior; but, make no mistake about it: we’re just doing what we can to forget about it. Most of us, even those of us that are “lucky” enough to end up with someone that just got out their diapers, aren’t meditating on what it means to be in harmony or disharmony with the universe: we’re not thinking anything new.
There’s something fundamentally wrong with that
so here i was, shifting in and out of Hitler’s brain, and doing my best to understand him. if i understood him, then i could say things like: look, Hitler is this way because of this, and our current president is this way for the same reason! Or something like that. Nobody wants history to repeat itself, but things were getting a little uncomfortable in the United States of America.
then i shifted into President Jack Daniels’ brain; i knew it by the sound of His voice and i knew it one hundred percent when we looked in the mirror. Now, Jack Daniels had been in the news recently because, according to some infamous relationship he certainly had, he’d been, at a former time in His life, performing sex acts with minors.
i can only assume that i ended up in Jack Daniels’ brain as opposed to Hitler’s brain because there was nothing else i could do to change the course of history until i’d been in Jack Daniels’ brain. so what was Jack thinking? Spoiler alert: He wasn’t thinking anything. I figured He’d at least be on the verge of racing thoughts as he did his best to get out from under the rumors that were circulating—rumors that, as time went on, looked increasingly true.
then i heard something! it was AOC! my orphan was speaking through Jack Daniels to Jack Daniels and or me! they (my orphan, who could have been male, female, neither, or both) said: i never will but Jack Daniels thought the thought belonged to Him—He thought (and it’s easy to do this) that the thought had been delivered in the voice of His internal narrator—He didn’t realize that the voice belonged to my futuristic AOC.