Molly and Dollop: Conversations with the Master

Dollop's Retreat

MOLLY:

Dollop went on a retreat to consult with his 13th Century muse, a pagan nun in Vilnius, Lithuania. Of course, getting from Geiranger, Norway to Vilnius is complicated and that is why he chose out-of-body travel, otherwise known as “ticket-less.” No security lines. You can just imagine the absurd profiling they do on purple birds. Also, his muse really is a 13th Century person, and thus not “in-body” as it were. They plan to do a little dancing in the woods. If you see crushed mushrooms, you’ll know why. But never mind, mushrooms grow back the very next morning.

A snapshot drawn by Philip Vinton Clayton, suggestive of prior retreats. (Click on it for a better picture.)

He’ll be back in December, and girl, do I have a few more questions. Cutting naughty bits? Comfort women? A certain Ms. Bobbitt?

A Girl's Guide to The Way It Is

Since she was a bud in her mother’s womb, Molly had questions.  She knew it was a life’s best practice to seek out someone ahead of her in the eternal cycle of being.  The opportunity arose at an RV camp in the Norwegian fjords.  Amidst the splendor of the deepest sea water and the highest rock peaks, not to mention a setting in which trolls and fairies flourished, she came on Dollop and his cohorts, as they were attending to some spillage of premium bird seed in a pleasant patch of mossy rocks. 

No introductions were needed.  Molly saw right away the wisdom of the ages in Dollop’s demeanor.  The beak, the aerated hair, the slightly protruding eyes.  The long nails, a sign of good calcium absorption.

It was a good thing her mother had gotten the best RV hookup to be had in Geiranger and wasn’t going to give it up soon.  In fact, eviction or winter were the only events that could  dislocate them from paradise.

Many of us have Attention Deficit Disorder now.  Some of us cannot read.  Some are often getting over the night before.  Our subway stop approaches.  A nap insinuates.  Our PDA beeps.  Our favorite TV show is about to start.  Modern life squeezes on the need to know.

Molly was born in the back of a shop in Zurich, Switzerland.  Yes, she is foreign.  A rush adoption to a loving family in America, so that her emotional life would be unspoiled.  Ballet at 3.  Soccer, primitive art, early calculus, precognitive psychology, spatial relations in quick order.  She is precocious.  She needs a nap.  She wants a makeover.  She is you.

Molly has a lot of questions.

Master Dollop is of the Supreme School.  He has gotten three MacArthur Genius Grants because he kept changing his name.  His disciples Trollop and Pinkie have decades of apprenticeship to go.  The Supreme School believes in Seeking the Knowing Through Google and Jeeves.  They reject talk shows, op eds, books longer than 100 pages, footnotes, and political speeches.  Their theoretical framework is The Big Bang: knowledge flows and bliss happens.  We were meant to act, and to advise others, to our best guess.   They started dollopsbestguess.com in the 90’s and got busted.  Wikipedia came along and co-opted Wisdom.  Their lawyer, accountant, and web security hack are Old School, not Supreme School, per the principle: no fooling when it is serious.

Dollop:  “Ah hem.    I mean, OM.”