We leave footprints of ourselves wherever we go but how do we erase them again? How do we erase those footprints is the question everyone is asking. Asking it from the rooftops. Squawking about it. Chattering about it enthusiastically in every living room in the country. Posing the big question: How can the ego erase itself and will it get a special prize if it succeeds in doing so? That’s the question that’s on everyone’s lips, that’s the question that’s the question. I have spent many an hour many a day many many a long wearisome year striving for the prize, as have we all, and the prize is that extraordinary sense of relief one gets when one manages to delete one’s own pestilential footprint. That’s a pretty addictive feeling I can tell you – you’ll keep on coming back for more of that, that’s for sure. You’ll keep on coming back for more of that forever! ‘Give me some more of that good, good stuff’, you’ll be saying. You’ll be saying that over and over again so you will. You’ll never say anything else. Not ever. That’ll be the full extent of your world, the full extent of what you care about…
All-natural special kudos enlightenment, available from all reputable local outlets. Six different flavours, just for you. All just for you – special kudos extra flavour super enhanced enlightenment. People will come up to you in the street and stare into your eyes. ‘Kudos to you and your extra special super-duper exclusive one-time-only enlightenment, good buddy’, they will say to you, ‘kudos to your super cool enlightenment trip. It’s the enlightenment kudos trip that says something about you! Kudos to your cool enlightenment trip they’ll say to you, full of reluctant admiration and involuntary religious awe, what’s your secret, they’ll ask you. And then you will laugh and laugh. You’ll laugh like a lunatic, you’ll laugh like a fool. Kudos to you good buddy, kudos to you…
All new all-natural new super-duper improved enlightenment – that’s the kudos trip isn’t it? You’d sing like a bloody canary given half a chance of course; you would give away all your most special secrets so that any oaf on the street can read about them. Read about them and profit from them too, whilst you – driven demented by waves of near intolerable frustration and resentment – roar and bellow like a helpless blind fool. Why is life so unfair, you wonder? Why do trees grow upwards? Why are screws shaped like screws? You’d sing like a bloody canary the moment a policeman did so much as look at you so you would, you’d sing your little heart out without the need for even the slightest bit of prompting. You’d spill out all your special enlightenment secrets and every dog on the street would know what you’re at. You’re common knowledge, you’re yesterday’s news. You’d tell all your special enlightenment secrets to every sleazebag you come across and their gain will be your loss. Their gain will be your loss. Where’s your bloody kudos then, right? Where’s your bloody enlightenment then, mate?
