Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises
A candid Q&A with Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises' Most Reverend Hierophant, the credible Chevalier Credence Credential of Credenza.
Editors Note: My father's uncle's only sister's twin brother's only child's son operates a rumour mill which recently fabricated claims of a cabal of enthusiastics who expound a dangerously doctrinaire assertion of the superiority of imaginative free-thought and compassionate inter-relations among humans over intellectual stultification and spiritual stagnation. Apparently wishing to either embellish upon or lay to rest the preponderance of subterranean folklore whispered long by timorous firelights of revolution, a single man wearing a beanie with a propeller on top has voluntarily stepped into the public eye after many abstruse years of what this editor can only wildly speculate as to being either a slavering frenzy of endless saturnalia or an ascetic retirement from the mundane realm. Recent opinion polls show that either extreme would be "pretty cool" to the general populace. The one consensus is that we must encircle Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises busily sniffing it in an intrusive manner, perhaps batting it about playfully to see if it will run; we the public must find out more about them. On this occasion of E.E.E.'s outer veil being rent aside, one reporter was summarily dispatched to parse words and cast his interviewee as a kook while tacitly validating the status quo. The following is a transcript.
The Cyprian: It's an honor to be aboard your Orbiting Autonomous Zone, alone in the still reaches of space with you today.
Chevalier Credence Credential of Credenza: [bubbling crescendo of maniacal giggles] *hiccup*
T.C.: Fantastic. So, "Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises" is the name on a lot of tongues these days. What, for you, is the defining characteristic of your little club here?
C.C.C.C.: Time, space, and plurality exist as necessary but illusory functions of the infinite unfolding of an infinitely enfolded universe. E.E.E. can therefore be abstractly comprehended as the perpetual motive force of our grand wheeling sphere, whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere. Our essence is "becoming."
T.C.: Mmm hmm, an indefatiguable Will ceaselessly creating everything everywhere. Of course. I see you have a watch on there. Greenwich Mean Time?
C.C.C.C.: I just got this...ah...I can never...Paris...Tokyo...there we go, Greenwich Mean Time is both 12:37 p.m. and irrelevant.
T.C.: Snazzy.
C.C.C.C.: Crystal movement.
T.C.: This orbital command center -- not to mention your impeccably tailored Savile Row suit and customized recombinant DNA surgery by virtue of which you've just belched corrosive slime on my Docksiders-- must have cost you a pretty penny. How do you meet your material obligations?
C.C.C.C.: Even the impossibly punctilious bureaucratic moebius strip that is government in most civilized countries cannot possibly account for all of the little fund allocations and taxations and pensions and fees and sundry expenses that pour in and out of their millions of ledgers each day. It's a money sieve, really. All that we do is find a hole and put a bucket under it from time to time, being careful not to milk it dry. We let those stuffy, stress-wracked suits who hold public office legislate insane amounts of vacuous non-solutions to the general public's problems and watch as the lost money becomes found. Essentially we own sweatshops manned by the governmental process.
T.C.: That method smacks of contradiction with number twenty-nine on Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises' official list of necessities for a functionally humane world society: "The ready accessibility to every person of every resource essential to the actualization of their true nature."
C.C.C.C.: I realize it may seem that way in the failing light of your guttering mind, but this is money that would be literally lost amidst bigger concerns only to be marked down in red on national deficits, damaging economies and the Everymen who drive them. We recirculate it into hands possessing the werewithall to loose its congealed energy into sweeping projects for betterment.
T.C.: So E.E.E. is for the progress of mankind.
C.C.C.C.: Precisely. And until management of the world's resources means a conscious apportioning according to need, you'll see enterprising entrepreneurs such as myself careening recklessly through residential neighborhoods at breakneck speeds in a yellow Lamborghini with a trunk-full of volleyballs.
T.C.: What does your license plate read?
C.C.C.C.: "This one's on you."
T.C.: You seem to like average people. Why don't you marry them?
C.C.C.C.: The truth is that while humankind has the potential, perhaps even the destiny, to transcend its current state of cruel squalor, most individual people lack even the drive to lose a little weight. How then can they begin the shatteringly humbling process of true introspection, much less act with strength of conviction in applying profound insights to their daily lives? Most people are giddily content with being horse-whipped to a grueling pace by their petty desires only to see them recede in the distance like a mirage. And like a mirage, one's thirst remains. It's crueler by far, however, to prod a man towards a shining image of himself that he does not see. We must find the way ourselves or not at all.
A candid Q&A with Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises' Most Reverend Hierophant, the credible Chevalier Credence Credential of Credenza.
Editors Note: My father's uncle's only sister's twin brother's only child's son operates a rumour mill which recently fabricated claims of a cabal of enthusiastics who expound a dangerously doctrinaire assertion of the superiority of imaginative free-thought and compassionate inter-relations among humans over intellectual stultification and spiritual stagnation. Apparently wishing to either embellish upon or lay to rest the preponderance of subterranean folklore whispered long by timorous firelights of revolution, a single man wearing a beanie with a propeller on top has voluntarily stepped into the public eye after many abstruse years of what this editor can only wildly speculate as to being either a slavering frenzy of endless saturnalia or an ascetic retirement from the mundane realm. Recent opinion polls show that either extreme would be "pretty cool" to the general populace. The one consensus is that we must encircle Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises busily sniffing it in an intrusive manner, perhaps batting it about playfully to see if it will run; we the public must find out more about them. On this occasion of E.E.E.'s outer veil being rent aside, one reporter was summarily dispatched to parse words and cast his interviewee as a kook while tacitly validating the status quo. The following is a transcript.
The Cyprian: It's an honor to be aboard your Orbiting Autonomous Zone, alone in the still reaches of space with you today.
Chevalier Credence Credential of Credenza: [bubbling crescendo of maniacal giggles] *hiccup*
T.C.: Fantastic. So, "Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises" is the name on a lot of tongues these days. What, for you, is the defining characteristic of your little club here?
C.C.C.C.: Time, space, and plurality exist as necessary but illusory functions of the infinite unfolding of an infinitely enfolded universe. E.E.E. can therefore be abstractly comprehended as the perpetual motive force of our grand wheeling sphere, whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere. Our essence is "becoming."
T.C.: Mmm hmm, an indefatiguable Will ceaselessly creating everything everywhere. Of course. I see you have a watch on there. Greenwich Mean Time?
C.C.C.C.: I just got this...ah...I can never...Paris...Tokyo...there we go, Greenwich Mean Time is both 12:37 p.m. and irrelevant.
T.C.: Snazzy.
C.C.C.C.: Crystal movement.
T.C.: This orbital command center -- not to mention your impeccably tailored Savile Row suit and customized recombinant DNA surgery by virtue of which you've just belched corrosive slime on my Docksiders-- must have cost you a pretty penny. How do you meet your material obligations?
C.C.C.C.: Even the impossibly punctilious bureaucratic moebius strip that is government in most civilized countries cannot possibly account for all of the little fund allocations and taxations and pensions and fees and sundry expenses that pour in and out of their millions of ledgers each day. It's a money sieve, really. All that we do is find a hole and put a bucket under it from time to time, being careful not to milk it dry. We let those stuffy, stress-wracked suits who hold public office legislate insane amounts of vacuous non-solutions to the general public's problems and watch as the lost money becomes found. Essentially we own sweatshops manned by the governmental process.
T.C.: That method smacks of contradiction with number twenty-nine on Enterprising Entrepreneur Enterprises' official list of necessities for a functionally humane world society: "The ready accessibility to every person of every resource essential to the actualization of their true nature."
C.C.C.C.: I realize it may seem that way in the failing light of your guttering mind, but this is money that would be literally lost amidst bigger concerns only to be marked down in red on national deficits, damaging economies and the Everymen who drive them. We recirculate it into hands possessing the werewithall to loose its congealed energy into sweeping projects for betterment.
T.C.: So E.E.E. is for the progress of mankind.
C.C.C.C.: Precisely. And until management of the world's resources means a conscious apportioning according to need, you'll see enterprising entrepreneurs such as myself careening recklessly through residential neighborhoods at breakneck speeds in a yellow Lamborghini with a trunk-full of volleyballs.
T.C.: What does your license plate read?
C.C.C.C.: "This one's on you."
T.C.: You seem to like average people. Why don't you marry them?
C.C.C.C.: The truth is that while humankind has the potential, perhaps even the destiny, to transcend its current state of cruel squalor, most individual people lack even the drive to lose a little weight. How then can they begin the shatteringly humbling process of true introspection, much less act with strength of conviction in applying profound insights to their daily lives? Most people are giddily content with being horse-whipped to a grueling pace by their petty desires only to see them recede in the distance like a mirage. And like a mirage, one's thirst remains. It's crueler by far, however, to prod a man towards a shining image of himself that he does not see. We must find the way ourselves or not at all.