M. A. Istvan Jr., despite a down-to-earth deportment that covers well both his advanced education and artistic output, finds it a struggle not to isolate due to how his Asperger’s syndrome manifests itself: stumbling verbosity, extreme attention to detail, and hypersensitivity, mainly. Such symptoms, coupled with his underclass roots (which cannot help but radiate an unwelcome odor in higher society), have understandably led to discrimination (especially in academic settings where, now, the chief duty of a professor is never to make anyone uncomfortable).
The broken have little choice and the strong could gain from the meeting of insights,
but the fragile ought to proceed with caution: therapists, vain and with axes to grind,
have priestly authority to torment those who resist-- until, broken, they need therapy.
That philosophic concepts were created (many by Aristotle) should caution us against rejecting concepts
just for being new, but still we should be (as were Aristotle’s peers) skeptical
of new concepts-- skeptical as to whether they mark out the not-yet marked.
That the hypersexual form of black female musician monopolizes over other forms, and that the problem-solving state of consciousness
monopolizes over other states, is—while as unfortunate as if Hermes were the only god—not a call for extermination.
The Best Scream
The dejected man you eye as a pleading prayer to incite him to scream out against what has brought him to this. And yet
for the task he is too dejected. And yet his silence, which you cannot shake from memory, was perhaps the best scream.
An effective manipulator lays out points in such a way that the conclusion to be drawn is obvious and yet is what he depicts himself
as too dull to draw himself, which leaves his audience to do so with such potency that they easily assume it was theirs all along.