Lately, I revisit my recipe for foolproof subversion almost every day (“A Recipe for Foolproof Subversion,” May 14, 2013). And I go through its one-hundred and fifty-odd words with relish each and every time. On occasion, I even read it aloud to better appreciate every twist and turn in the pithy text. Whence this fascination with my own writing, though? For better or worse, it has nothing whatsoever to do with narcissism, let alone hubris. All I am trying to accomplish is to remind myself that the only way forward is to stop following the news. The world affairs, that is. Who cares about Greece or Europe or the world entire? The same applies to climate change and Pope Francis and the upcoming climate talks in Paris. Who the hell cares about anything except the instructions left by Knight, Farnish, Gandhi, Georgescu-Roegen, and Yogani? For the subversion to be not only foolproof, but to have any chance of success, I must start following the recipe myself. Sentence by sentence. Word by word. Letter by letter. Or so I keep reminding myself over and over again. The recipe, stupid!

Addendum (March 11, 2017)

As of late, I revisit not only my recipe, but this spirited reminder, as well. And I go through its two-hundred-odd words with relish time and again. Indeed, who cares about the world affairs? Who cares about all the shenanigans by the likes of Trump and Putin? The instructions left by Knight, Farnish, Gandhi, Georgescu-Roegen, and Yogani are perfectly sufficient to fill each and every day. For completion, let me add my own instructions about abandoning thought at will and for as long as one wishes (“No-Bullshit Enlightenment,” January 18, 2016). Enough, though. I must follow my own recipe without any further ado. In my dotage, I am yet to become subversion incarnate. Hooray!