 These are hard times for philosopher-kings. The profession of philosophy seems to have lost the
cachet it had in Aristotle's time, or even Kant's. And a couple of centuries of vicious dictators,
abusive politicians and conscienceless wielders of corporate power have given a bad name to any
kind of absolute sovereignty.
So with all the philosopher kings in semi-retirement, the scepter of benevolence and compassion is
in the hands of the creative people of the world. Goodness, you may have noticed, is a rarity
among world leaders. Competence is a rarity.
Now most creative folk are grasshopper-types. And the joke on the grasshoppers is that now that
we have dozed the afternoon away with our banjos precariously rocking on our knees, things have
gotten to the point where we need to buckle down to some really hard work to restore balance to
the world.
All because grasshoppers do not service the paradigm of prepaying of dues. Nor do they
enthusiastically support the status quo. These attitudes lead to animosity from the industrious
people who are postponing the dance in favor of the drudge.
But the drudge is merely the result of a few thousand years of cumulative collective mistakes. A
clue to this is that many ants individually find grasshoppers attractive, because they are connected
at a deep level. Socialization or "adaption" to antlike behavior drives most humans into ant mode
so early in their lives that it becomes an unrecognized unexamined assumption.
At heart we are all beautiful, creative, all-singing, all-dancing, all laughing gorgeous philosopher-monarchs.
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