Cartoons. We don’t realise/realize, we are in one.
That’s the still truth, Ruth.
Really. Truly. Madly. Deeply. Yuck. Yuck.
Cartoons allow us to externalize our interior world, our cartoonish world.
Cartoons allow us to not so heavily realize and bear the facts of our existence.
Cartoons allow us to stay alive, in our cartoonish state.
We have something else to bear the guilt.
This one you see - was the first cartoon ever created. But I doubt that.
Cartoons have been forever in us. They allow us to bear the absurdism of who we are and how we act.
They are mind experiments. Mental salve to sooth the illogic of our lot. A lot.
When you laugh at Fred and Barnie, when you chuckle at the antics of South Park - you are really poking fun at yourself.
You are just a chalkboard full of images, erased by the hand of God.
Who will erase God from the sky? Nietzsche can you answer me?
Just saying. What people never say, about cartoons.
Be careful of your forms of amusement. They may be abusing you.
Just saying.
Amen.
P.S. bWhat doesn’t become a cartoon, was always a cartoon.
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