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Oh, yeah, I forgot that part....
Just so. Which is what made it so extra-wonderful for me. Had I been to the other kind mentioned in this account, I would not have been such a happy camper. I got so stoned on it because it was such a gathering of serious people. It was that much fun because it was serious people with all that serious energy waffling off them all in one place. We're not talking stern. We're talking what makes a serious person. Love.
You might like to think of it as stuff for daffodils and teenaged girls, but it is the vital ingredient in serious work. There are thousands of professorial types out there feigning seriousness, wanting to be taken seriously and adopting that tone and timbre. Poppycock. It's an act. They don't want you enlightened. They want to dazzle you with their bullshit... even if "bullshit" is not what it's called. The point, for them, is the professorialness, not your enrichment. I can tell you, there were mostly my kind of serious people there. Yes, there were a couple bleak spots, but I disgraced myself and did not put up with them.
I just got the hell out of the building when it was clear the train wreck was not going to stop. Yes, I had also to vacate a couple times because of the heat, but please remember, I don't do heat at all, and what I call heat doesn't faze most people. I just found my face trying to hit the floor from it a couple times and so had to get out, but a couple other times that was just what it might've seemed, and I am ordinarily sturdier than that.
I put it down to not having been so far out into the general press of things in over a decade, completely unused to so much sensory input and, as I've said, my physical senses were being tuned waaaaay down and I was soaking it all in on a different plane... just not having any nonsense... giving it no attention.
always and any time....
