The Song of Life

Just as an alcoholic can never be truly cured, the established circuits can’t be rehabilitated. 
The drunk must avoid the drink,
and the Few must eschew the predictable.

There is an unknown Song of Life; it has a rhythm, a melody and words.  Each of the 3 Circuits plays its part in the symbiotic symphony, and the Few bathe in its glory.

A certain man once found himself living with a wild beast which his neighbors said was untameable.  Later they found the man apparently in control of the feral brute, but could not see how he affected his will over the raging creature.  He told them, “Whatever I decide I want it to do, that very thing I do not tell it to do, and voila, my friends, voila!”  And his neighbors laughed and mocked him, saying, “Voila – Hah!”  And previously unseen additional beasts suddenly leapt up and ate the neighbors.

Once you reach a certain place there are two new Rules:

The first one is: 
There are no Rules.

Once a man asked me, “Wouldn’t it be a good idea never to think the same thing twice?”  And I said, “What?”  And he repeated, “Wouldn’t it be a good idea never to think the same thing twice?”  And I laughed, danced, spat and sang; jumped in the ditch and rolled in the weeds.  And he said, “I think I see what you mean.”

J.