#foolserrand

I'd like to take a moment to commend the fool.

No one in history was as influential. No one saw as much. No one had the guts. No one was so insightful.

The Fool, the clown, the harlequin (my fave): s/he's likley your favourite too (so much better than Lear). S/he entertains at parties, she lightens the mood, she brings the house down. And who doesn't want the house down?

My advice: heed the Fool. Alas, poor Urich, I knew him well Horatio. Urich was the only one who ever gave Hamlet, the ill-fated Prince of Denmark (if you don't know, I'm not telling you) a modicum of joy. And joy, boys and girls, is the product of play. And probably the best thing we have to fight the afflictions of depression, anxiety, sadness, and lonliness.

We all need play. I need it, you need it, Barack needs it. Play is where creativity happens. Play is the work of childhood, says Freud; and it's true. Without play, we're nothing. Without play we're just cogs in someone else's machine. Without play, I'm convinced life isn't worth living.

So play. Every day. Use your imagination. Get outside your box. Acknowlege that you never grew up and have fun doing something imaginative and without the constraints and containers that "the real world" forces upon you.

There are lots of ways to play. I'd LOVE to hear some suggestions, and maybe join you because I could use some of that action, too.