A Brief Note: on the paranoia of an other's paranoia

Paranoia. It is difficult to speak of another person's paranoia, because in so doing, you are, in a sense, indicating one's own paranoia about paranoiacs. Of course, I know that if you can keep your paranoia of "full-blown" paranoiacs limited to a few people then you might not be as paranoid as the "full-blown" paranoiacs, but there is, yet, an indication of paranoia to be sure.

To be clear, the need to derail donkey factories is in no way a product of some sort of paranoid delusion. I can be sure of this, because I can say for sure that there is no one who is out to get me, and only me. This is need is a product of my previous indifference to the plight of the donkeys, and my subsequent realization (and shock) that this indifference was a consequence of my vile self-absorption and my lethargy towards all things beyond the limits of me. Thus, I felt a tingling somewhere within my being, nay, an intention, a feeling of some strength pulling me towards the poles of decisiveness in acting to stop the desecration of the donkeys. It is with this feeling of some strength, that I am directing my attention towards the events of the plight of the donkeys and their factories.

Factories: A Forgettable Story

It's been a long time since the story of the donkey factory has been relayed or reconstructed in such a way that was visible to people outside of the complex. There are many reasons for this. I will focus on a few: one, being that lethargy is contagious, and actively transmitted among donkeys, donkey handlers, and their administrators; two, donkeys can't speak human, nor write it; three, the handlers generally express themselves in grunts, groans, and hand gestures, none of which makes for great storytelling outside of handler circles; four, the administrators don't believe in anything that doesn't have a recognizable paper trail, and lore such as this, doesn't normally have a verifiable source past one or two generations, because it's, well, forgettable. But, really what isn't these days. We produce to forget; or better yet, we produce forgetting, the same way that we produce donkeys (except that only donkey production can be stopped; forgetting is hard to remember to stop producing as long as it is being produced).