[MD] Last Page of Lila, Why I am Here

[John Carl]

This is a sorta dynamic last page because I'm missing the back cover and
many pages of the cheap ass paperback picked outta the used book store, and
falling apart, but that's the equal part of the beauty of a thing, it's
fading dynamic aspects,  I see a lot of that in my neighborhood, old barns
falling apart.  A consistent architectual motif of galvanized corrugationed
roof, splintering roughsawn and sunfaded siding peeking through the sides.
 Usually leaning, often abandoned, looking like brier patch to brer rabbit
and his litters.

I never read anywhere, in all my meanderings amongst the tattered
smatterings of books and ideas the world has  to offer,  somebody who
understood this love of faded, aged beauty.  Not in such an engaging way, a
sure hand on the tiller, helping to see that a broken down old truck with
weeds growing through the cab has an intrinsic aesthetic appeal that h. ford
never knew.

 The beauty of aging things.  The moss on old rocks in my backyard diggins
are more fantastic worlds when viewed up close than mr hollywood jimmy
cameron could portray It seems the patterns of lichen and moss are as
innumerable as trees and bushes, but on such a minute scale that most people
don't ever notice. The sun's most beautiful when setting.

Like look at the end here of my  tattered remnant Lila...

For some time now he'd been thinking that if he were looking for proof that
"substance" is a cultural heritage from Ancient Greece rather than an
absolute reality, he should simply look at non-Greek-derived cultures.  If
the "reality" of substance was missing from those cultures, that would prove
he was right.

Now the image of the raggedy Indian dog was back, and he realized what it
meant.

Laverne had been asking the question within an Aristotelian framework.  She
wanted to know what genetic, substantive pigeonhole of canine classification
this object walking before them could be placed in.  But John Wooden Leg
never understood the question.  That's what made it so funny.  He wasn't
joking when he said, "That's a good dog."  He probably thought she was
worried the dog might bite her.  The whole idea of a dog as a member of a
hierarchical structure of intellectual categories known as "objects" was
outside his traditional cultural viewpoint.

What was significant, Phaedrus realized, was that John had distinguished the
dog according to its Quality, rather than according to its substance.  That
indicated:  he considered Quality more important.

Now Phardrus remembered when he had gone to the reservation after
Dusenberry's death and told them he was a friend of Dusenberry's they had
answered, "Oh, yes, Dusenberry.  He was a *good* man.

They always put their emphasis on the *good*, just as John had with the dog.


When the Indians used good, they meant it as the center of existence and
that Dusenberry, in his nature, was an embodiment or incarnation of this
center of life.

Maybe when Phaedrus got this metaphysics all put together people would see
that the value-centered reality it described wasn't just a wild thesis off
into some new direction but was a connecting link to the center of
themselves.




John the good plagiarist