::Day Seven::
Let’s all sit back for a moment. Get comfy in your chairs, and take a moment. Now are you ready? Are your drinks topped off and food warm? Okay. Lets begin.
I must confess I am a man who does not like labels. I do not like jars, or shelves or boxes. I will always fight silently to maintain that in an ideal world, in Utopia there will be no such things. Of course we are sitting back now, so let us look at this Utopia.
'Tis a Greek word, οὐ not , and τόπος place meaning no place. No place? A place that is nowhere? A funny word that.
So let is muddle around that idea, and the idea of boxes and jars. Is such an idea 'no place' as well? Can we really not have such things?
Perhaps I am a negative person at heart.
Perhaps I enjoy destroying people hopes.
Perhaps we should stop letting these things bug us so and just move on? Can we really let such things pester us so? I said on day six, that ninety-seven percent of the world can benefit from some form of therapy and the rest suck it up and move on.
We are NOT individuals. We are NOT unique. We are a mass of people that will continually strive to better ourselves as a MASS. We are a MOB.
We are a damn Scottish mob of thousands of people and by damn I am proud to be just like everyone else.
That and I like mobs.
Kite Richthofen
