Have You Seen Such Windows?

Billy: I read. Love to read. Good books. Books that say something. Not the kind that are rank vomit to corral a reader in ideals, ideals, ideals all incompetent all indifferent, uninvolved, lukewarm and blasé. All the words, all the hooks, all the tangled webs woven to only mimic ideals nonexistent.

That way of learning entraps the student before seven in a world with shutters that do not open to invite a child to climb free from its clutches and avoid accepting the wicked invitation to live by other peoples' concepts of what makes a good joke so he'll know when to laugh. A boy I know taught me that. He did not laugh at my jokes until I quit expecting him to.

Have you seen such shuttered windows? Look as if they should open, don't they? but do not. Even promise to open but do not? Even are advertised as easy open windows but are locked tightly shut?

First an alphabet. Then a series of properly enunciated sounds to form words that are certified as proper and legal to be used to make sentences that form complete thoughts which decay and rot quicker than they are conceived and before even put on paper to be bound and published as books of the same self determining logic with which the windows are permanently locked against all but a tiny glint of creative genius. Religion out here teaches in such a way. The primary lock is the one that adds up to a sentence that authorizes some expert to determine who is smartest in the land by testing the child's ability to lock himself up so air tight no wind is able to reach into the lungs of freedom that hold contempt and disrespect for authority and sing out in protest in an unknown tongue against languages organized into patterns which like cell bars separate loved ones and stultify passions and make listeners and readers feel rejection at a primary level of life except they be deciphered by that tiny glint of genius, and, stripped of all falseness, be used to open windows where none existed.

We need windows to reveal to the eye of the beholder no truth originates in the mind of an insider. A society is a group of insiders who by their way of thinking make everybody else outsiders to them. All within a culture are untrue. All cults breed contempt. There is a window.

Have you seen such windows?

To live in a house without windows is to make all the world outside dark. The brighter the light inside the house the darker the outside is to the minds of those trapped within. There is a window.

Have you seen such windows?

Recently I overheard in a conversation a woman wonder why a kid like me would crawl up a chimney when the sheriff looked the other way to escape from a jail where the sheriff wanted me to remain until told I could leave. She was concerned that I have bad qualities and wanted to find a way to explain boys like me. I could tell that woman was really of the opinion that for someone to deliberately violate a rule of society is a cause for alarm. Something should be done about it. She asked a writer of books what he thought of the matter. He ventured that the public has always been fascinated with bad boys. They envy bad boys who seem to them to be free. I wonder

why anybody would build a jail?