Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
And he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Today your alternate sense of reality might not be so gently judged, unless you are in politics.
Between COVID, politics, woke/cancel culture, and race–with the exception of race, many of the old litmus tests like nationality, religion, and values seem to have been thrown out the window or onto the compost pile of history.
Elite at one point was a typewriter size that got 12 characters to an inch, while Pica was 10 characters to an inch. We could all agree on that.
We still have self-proclaimed purity tests that measure what agrees with our versions/visions of what is right. Perception has replaced fact about what is true and what is not.
I can like what you say, but if I do not endorse everything you say then I am against you. That is one type of purity test–when is enough sufficient?
Superman stood for “Truth, Justice, and the American Way.” But we don’t agree on what any of those things mean anymore.
Fool, do you have anymore room on that hill?
Thanks. I’m asking for a friend.