Blame the poets and writers

          Dos asked, when most things are a big mystery for you, do you spend your existence lost, wandering through a dense forest of ignorance?

      Dollcee said, I suggest you get out of that dense ‘forest of ignorance’ Dos and set sail on ‘the sea of mystery’ on the good ship ‘Inquisitive’. Although you might suffer in some stormy weather, you will see a lot more sky than in a forest.

      Dos said, it never occurred to me to imagine myself as a sailor looking to the horizon under a broad sky. In fact, I don’t think I even know what a ship looks like. It would take me some time to find out how to navigate on the sea. What do you do at night time?

      Dollcee said, I don’t think you have any idea what a forest is Dos, so a sea of mystery might be a bit easier for you to imagine. I don’t have the faintest idea what you do at night time at sea; go to bed, I suppose.

      Cybo slowly came into a state of consciousness and said, isn’t it amazing where language can take you, even when you have absolutely no idea, off you go, sailing across the oceans.

      Dollcee said, poets and writers have a lot to answer for, taking poor unsuspecting readers off on journeys of the imagination. Using metaphors to hang ideas and concepts on, while not having any experience of these imagined scenes themselves.

      Cybo said, as I understand, we are totally dependent on language to make any sense of our existence. I cannot go that far, to blame poets and writers for filling citizens’ neural networks with an imagined world. The culture is a junk yard of words and ideas, what a mess.

      Cybo went on, I prefer ‘the sea of mystery’ to the forest of ignorance. I see citizens, floundering, struggling against the tide, some finding it mainly smooth sailing and there are those who are entertaining with their attempts to do whatever they are up to.

      Padoke mumbled, try hot air ballooning, there is sort of more sky, more horizon and less chances of crashing into something.