This is not your average galloping horse, either. This is the one that will kick-stomp the (I'm trying to watch Young Frankenstein whilst I write this, so bear with me) contents of your ego all over the public media and make your life irrelevant. You may as well never have lived if you don't become famous--even for at least fifteen minutes or so.
Or at least that is the common, American Idol mentality. Fame or the dust bin, fame or you are worthless, fame or you are fine example of what's been called pretty poor protoplasm. You didn't make the grade, you are merely average. You needn't have bothered being born. No wonder we all struggle to make the ends of our egos meet in the middle.
So, back to this galloping horse--history, that is. Lot's of great horseback riders have been on it. Names like Cesar, Churchill, Hitler, Captain Kangaroo, Sarah Palin---Frankenstein---come to mind. We would all like to be on it, wouldn't we? I would. Sure I would. Despite my clinging to the cold rice and hard beds of Buddhism (it is the things we cling to the make us suffer), I can't kick the Occidental habit of clinging to the desire to be rich and famous.
Yet, 99.9999999% of us won't be--we won't make it. We will be the lower life forms that the rich and famous (R&F) tread upon. What to do? Snivel in our suburban hovels and watch the R&F on TV? In movies? Scribble away on ten million blogs all over the Internet world?
In a word: Yes. *
*This is what watching the raging egos in politics every night will do to you.
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