A landscaper makes decorative uses of people; he places them in masses in front of public buildings, heads cut off and stuck in pots. Millions are horrified. Pundits proclaim. Many newspapers are sold, how-did-we-come-to-this posts posted.
The next day, something different happens.
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There are adult-ed classes on how to deal with boredom, but they aren’t very interesting. Most of those who sign up drop out.
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A world without representation – each thing is itself and not like anything else. There are no analogies, no symbolism. Everything is literal. And when a child is born, it would seem very strange – almost crazy – if someone were to say “he looks just like you.”
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At the end of his life, they said, he found ultimate overwhelming satori. His eyes widened, a smile crept over his face and he died, still sitting up. Gracefully he slumped to the floor among the remains of his victims.
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The life insurance salesman visited me. He spoke about a policy he’d like to sell me, but the words “die” or “death” never escaped his lips. As he seemed not to know what he was selling, I sent him on his way.
Memorable Fancies 
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