First: I use aluminum foil, for reasons to be discussed at a later time.
Second: If you design the hat properly, it catches the stuff that they aim at your brain.
If you learn the language, you can decipher the meaning by examining the nanoscopic hieroglyphics left by the stuff that is absorbed and/or deflected by the protective foil.*
*WARNING: ALWAYS HAVE A NEW HAT PREPARED AND ON HAND BEFORE REMOVING THE OLD. EVERY NANOSECOND OF HATLESSNESS IS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR MALEVOLENT FORCES TO COMPROMISE YOUR CEREBRAL PURITY.
My gift to you is the TRUTH as it has been revealed through Divine Interpretation of these nanoglyphs.
Modern American Culture is Ruled by Mental Illness
The prevailing culture can be accurately described as pathological, ego-driven, debt-fueled consumerism.
Look around. It's new. It's designed with planned obsolescence in mind. It's more than you really need, and probably a little more than you can really afford.
Look in the trash can. What do you see? How much of the refuse is essentially unchanged since it first entered your home or office?
If you started right now, how long would it take you to watch and/or listen to all the digital media in your personal collection?
When was the last time all your credit cards had a zero balance?
What is behind the desire that drives you and I to consume?
Is there inherent wisdom in the "upward mobility" aspect of the American Dream?
Can quality of life be quantified, monetized or synthesized?
Is our cultural illness a symptom, or is it a cause?
The time has come to feed our heads; but we cannot stuff them with the gluttonous fervor in which we pursue our material desires. the only way to devour an entire elephant - and survive - is to eat it one bite at a time.
So please, have patience. All will be revealed in time.
Here's one more little tidbit, to aid in digesting the first serving:
This is not a test. It is an exercise; a series of opportunities to free one's own mind. The questions above are not meant to be fully answered so much as considered - from multiple perspectives whenever possible.
Forever Raging the Power to Love that Burns Within,
I'm a middle-aged, overweight, over-opinionated underachiever who's teetering on the edge while falling apart from the inside-out. The forces of nature are forever twisting my perception like a corkscrew, so my mind, like a lazy man's bed, is seldom made up but always ripe for change.
If I could be any animal I'd be a speckled conduit for the Power of Love.
I like to stir pots of heady stew and controversy. I love cooking for friends and family, enjoy live music of many flavors, especially that which leads me to dance without inhibition under the moonlight in out-of-the-way grassy meadows with hundreds or thousands of fellow kind-spirited heathens of all ages.