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To Appreciate A Fool

By Lavance Jethro John


Various teachers instruct, intellectualize, and guide their students to victory; who will complement your travels? 


The jester? 


The mastermind? 


The healer? 


The conqueror? 


Or, somehow, the artist enlightens you with previews of their gifts.


However, there's one mentor so sophisticated, so insightful, so intertwined to a provision that they manifest your dreams into reality. 


The fool is an underestimated necessity. The fool shows you their gifts inadvertently for everyone to accumulate and regurgitate into something better, something more, something... intelligent. 


Be mindful of a fool's stage, and know their audience. Learn from fools how you'd learn from a professor, except this time, they have nothing to hide.


A fool's cowardice shows their fragility; although they are crafty, the project fails to consider every possibility before completion. 


A fool's rage presents their primitive addiction to power and their inability to control it within themselves. 


A fool's gestures appear superficial, but upon further inspection, they contain complex intersections of manipulative tactics and calculated spontaneity. 


A fool's pride gratifies a fragile ego; what can humans do without their magnum opus? 


Remember, a fool is a mirror to society, and we have every right to reject or affirm what we see.


By Lavance Jethro John


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