For R. Mikula

[Charles Gavette]

Rick, I can't believe that you are apologizing. For what? Bumbling amateurs
exist. Anemic cloistered dons of academia, scared to death that someone else
may find out the truth about plagiarism, exist (at least Jacuqes Lacan, the
autodidact, was an honest plagiarizer). So, I am saying it's a wonderfully
crazy time of year (everyone's a little crazy), and we are (me included)
approaching those we meet on this street in cyberspace like Paul Klee's
piece that shows two guys, each not quite sure of the other's social status,
competing with each other to see how far they can bow while shaking hands.
:) This is hilarious, and so, so human. But I am attempting to bring to
light something easy to lose sight of: man's marvelous capacity for
critique, to look with a skeptical eye at things, even in a healthy debate,
while not letting it be so serious. As a female taoist adept has stated:
"..the affairs of a puppet-play should not be taken too seriously," (it
would be a great spring event to see an old-time Punch and Judy show again,
like in early England) We are going too far overboard in calling such things
a flame, when we should be laughing at ourselves much much more!. We are
above the bees and butterflies in many ways. This Fool's Scepter, there's
even a butterfly in the essay I mentioned earlier:

     "Interestingly, the one immediately recognizable fooling heroic fantasy
appears in The Last Unicorn only briefly and is a slightly mad butterfly
(The Many Worlds...32-34). This delightfully blithe figure identifies
himself as a roving gambler and brings laughter to the Unicorn for the first
time in her arduous quest. He misdirects, rhymes, riddles, puns, and sings,
all motion, whim and impulse, before his madness suddenly vanishes for a
moment, and he warns the Unicorn of the dread forces that await."





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