The acopmpanying photo-montage is made up of three separate and unrelated found images. This scene came to me after writing the allegorical fantasy you see below.
.......The White Elephant in the room looked on patiently at the 800 pound gorilla laying on the creaking couch, encouraging her to continue…..<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> In a confessional hushed voice she said:…..don’t you sometimes marvel at how perversely bizarre the simple” truth” can sometimes sound? ……So strange we go around denying what’s happening rather than run the risk of sounding crazy.
The unconditional positive regard emanating from the elephant across the room encouraged her further….. ......For example, even as a veteran circus performer, I sometimes feel like I’m walking on eggshells when bringing up the topic of “mind control” or social “programming” amongst our troupe. Hey, we always think of it as something that happens to someone else….but not us. To even speculate on the possibility of being one of these gullible unfortunate people feels shameful, unattractive.....and embarrassingly pathetic…
Go on said the gentle pachyderm….. The gorilla exhaled and continued….You see, ....even now, just talking about it, I find myself struggling to avoid the language of weird sounding conspiracy theorists. The usual suspects and the PC police only muddy the waters…. Hey, .....who wants to sound like a paranoid looney?….and be made fun of by cynics in denial, .....who may themselves be plagued by the very same unspeakable thoughts...
The gently nodding head and swaying trunk were strangely relaxing…..Stretched out langerously on the straining furniture, the humongous gorilla absently flicked dander from her chest as she continued to speculate in hushed tones: …..When one thinks about it, this whole dynamic sounds like a counter-phobic reaction. It shuts down questioning or critical thinking about the very idea of mind control…..in mid sentence…… How fool-proof is that, eh?
The White Elephant nodded its head pensively, adding…..Humm, maybe the issue of “mind control” and programing are so deceptively simple and pervasive that they elude us even in plain sight…….
She preened herself as she sank deeper into the straining couch. She stared impassively into the distance, and continued, at first hesitantingly…....I don’t know that this is related…..but, of all things, I just remembered a dream I had……about a baby dolphin who spoke of a life altering experience she'd once had.
.....She spoke of a defining moment that came to pass as she struggled to survive in the midst of Hurricane Katrina. At one point it dawned on the poor thing that she wasn’t a wave, a current, the taste or temperature of water...or not even just her body. During the storm surge and flooding that followed, she came to realize that the waters where she’d always experienced her being were not in fact neutral fluid elements.
As the storm swept her further away from home, she took note that her childhood sanctuary had actually been cleverly compartmentalized, heated, cooled and articulated.....it had controlled and colored every facet of her existence. With this sudden knowledge, …….she was never the same. She spoke of experiencing a sense of freedom that was exhilarating and, at first, quite disorienting.
As we swam and played in the warm waters of the Gulf and Caribbean Sea, she marveled at the enormity of her insight and the breadth of possibilities that lay before her….. We then found ourselves in the midst of an endless, sun dappled, ocean.
We floated looking up at the brilliant sky and after a while she grew quiet...she confessed to having occasional intrusive thoughts and longings for a simpler time on Lake Pontchartrain..…the US naval base she’d called home…..
After a long pause, quite predictably, Ganesha, the towering white elephant cleared it's throat and, said... Now what do you suppose that’s all about, eh?….