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Barry and Jen
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Well, some
people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding--escaping
encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their
fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the Pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience--maybe those people,
people who won't talk to rednecks, or if they're rednecks won't talk to
intellectuals, people who're afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses
wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid
to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk,
cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the
moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jackleg
humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot
slabs of Liar's Hell. Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking,
when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of
hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and
won't turn tail should they find it--and if they never do, they'll have a
good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth not the
absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of earth's
sweet gas. (Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker)
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