I am not an outsider, I’m on the periphery. always being pulled into where I do not want to be. The centre.
I am, for this place, only that which you want me to be. Nothing more; nothing less.
When you look at me, you see yourself.
I am not truly lost, but among the lost, I surf the seas, and tie myself to resist sirens.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
I’ve had my bits stolen by comedians like Chapelle, Colbert and other starting with the letter “C” - so they call me Mr C.
But I do not care about their plagiarism, because it makes me feel powerful.
It’s this feeling of power I covet and crave, until it consumes my consciousness with corruptive certainty.
The ‘c’, you see, is where I’m lost.
Nothing escapes your feminine instincts, for that ‘midget’ was not truly so, but a little man, of sorts, with hazel eyes and honey-brown hair.
So all eyes (potentially) on you yeah? Why they wanna watch you though? what you doing that makes for such an entertaining prospect to see?
I’ve seen you? are you cute…? ; )
When I look at myself, I see myself… that’s what narcissism was made for, to only see the self and reject the other as the-self. When I look at you, I’ll see only you.
I shall beware of Greeks with gifts… and sirens… and sailors.
I saw that Del Ivers referred to you as Mr C, and so you are lost at C/sea? I see.
You’ve lost me here… possibly, a little one? or a flashback to a former you…
Entertaining?
They watch but they do not all see.
If I tell you the tricks of the trade, it’ll lose its magic.
Quite the opposite.
But it is not me you are looking for.
We discover ourselves through others.
“I am that which I am not”
And those wearing chaps you drop pennies and ask you to pick them up for them.
Do you?
I am not lost; I am sailing the sea of the lost.
I have no Ithaca because my voyage will only end I my death, but I seek it as a guide, to orient myself.
Like a wizard, without any magic tricks to perform… yes that’d be dire.
Could it be… the Scarlet Pimpernel? sought here, there, and everywhere, but never to be found.
“Was there a real Scarlet Pimpernel?
The Scarlet Pimpernel has remained elusive ever since Baroness Orczy wrote her bestselling novel. Now a historian claims to have identified the man who inspired it. … Sparrow, from Paul, Cornwall, says that the reason no one has since identified the “real” Pimpernel is because he was French, not English.25 Sep 2013
The Scarlet Pimpernel’s big secret? He was French | The Times thetimes.co.uk/article/the- … 37j7zb9n5j”
Well yes… I understand what I am, through understanding what I am not. I prefer to be undiscoverable to the many though… like I do my paired blue-tooth devices or WiFi hotspot.
Lol… isn’t that one all too evident? I don’t pick things up for others anyway… only for fam, so a non-starter, and not even an also-ran.
I kinda do…
How very Viking a voyage you choose. So why sail there, if you are not lost? To find?
I don’t know what Outis is or means though? I’ve only heard it on here and KTS…
This?
“Outis (transliteration of Ancient Greek Οὖτις, in capitals ΟΥΤΙΣ, from οὔτις “nobody” or “no one”)[1] is an often used pseudonym. Artists, writers and others in public life use this pseudonym in order to hide their identity. The Latin equivalent Nemo is also often used.”
We are all made Outis, for something, at some point in our lives… though most, much more different to your reason.
I’m not a fan of Chapelle and that whole generation and genre of US comedy anyway… my preference is Brit comedy like QI and such and eccentric British Comedic wit.
Doesn’t matter if you like Chappelle, or Colbert, or Cosby…the fact is they visit ILP and are inspired by my posts. I see them regurgitating my insights in their monologues and stand-up.
ILP is center stage in world politics, geopolitics, spirituality, and comedy…and I’m proud to now be part of this world-altering, culture influencing, philosophy shaping forum.
Things seem to currently be all about Us posters here… global issues, playing out right here, before our eyes.
Well that, and more besides… I’ve seen heard and read more than I bargained for or cared to, after emerging from a torpor into a World that now seems alien and more divisive than ever before.
My experience with the world, thus far, tells me that torpor is preferable to normality it offered an obliviousness to all things, but it couldn’t last forever… a shame, that.
The U.S. is still the reengining hyper-Power…and it is in decline so it is in a panic, its elites fighting over how to manage this decline in the next century.
This is what all this Hollywood counter Washington, Einstein, Weinstein, Trump impeachment, is all about.
When the alpha-male is old the pack or troupe is in turmoil, because dominant males keep the peace and his decline makes younger males anxious to take his place.
What you are experiencing is on a global scale the decline of an Empire.
It’ll take a while and it will be a tumultuous time, full of the usual, conflicts, superstitions, end of the world announcements, Messiahs, on every town square, social madness, confusion, turmoil rising ignorance and desperation…etc.
Aegean Announcement
The last day of this year will be my last post.
Many of you will be relieved to return ILP to its usual insane asylum institutionalization.
Then, maybe, some of the clowns can return for an encore performance.
Will I return?
Who knows? Don’t plan to. Life can be so unpredictable.
From the Official: Post a Picture of Yourself thread Post by MagsJ » Tue Dec 17, 2019 9:23 pm
Zero won’t be replying to this anytime… ever, so best placed here, in a new home. Can you see this being considered? an option? feasible?
You miss a few years outta life, and emerge, into a world gone mad… missing/not being part of, the transition, allows for an immediate and ongoing comparison to be made, but having missed the physiological adjustments that others have had a chance to make, self-optimisation becomes necessary in manually-making those adjustments instead… an outsider looking in, at reality, but not quite feeling part of it… not that I really want to, considering…
Such shifts happen gradually, if no unexpected traumatic event dopes not occurs…like the explosion at Thera obliterated the Minoans almost overnight.
The length of time it took for an empire to dominate and ascent, is a good standard top use when trying to calculate how long it will take for ti to return to its original state.
The tricky part is evaluating tis high point its Golden Age.
I placed it between 1956 and 1996…around the time the soviets collapsed, placing the Baby boomers right t the middle - 1960’s.
That’s 200 years uop….so 200 years down, give or take a generation ro two.
The boy had a hard-on when he even thought of the west collapsing, for obvious reasons.
He gave up on anarchy and adopted an authoritarian order, Nazis, as a form of vengeance against his own pater.
He also gave up on anarchy because it failed to materialised as expected. He shifted and made a new prediction…before 2026.
We’ll wait.
it offered an obliviousness to all things, but it couldn’t last forever… a shame, that.