After countless days of thoughts and experiences tumbling about in my mind, I realized that any attempt I make at describing the nature of this place could only fall short of fullfilling the richness, personality, perception, creativity and humanitarianism which is to be found here, all of which deserve to be displayed in full; by the new and by the old and by any title you may have; this full-bodied arena lifted and carried by the stilts of ourselves that I am thinking of could never really be described by any one person, as only together we are. And though it would be a noble attempt on one’s behalf at being refined, the product of one would eventually only be treated with a certain heartfelt empathy for missing the cape of short-sightedness draping over it, a solitary statement which would be swept and swallowed beneath the newer threaded soil and without ever contributing a seed become forgotten.
It does not take long to discover that the foundation of this place is indeed as unyielding as concrete is. And I have the citations to prove it! Nurtured by perfection, intelligence, and humour, these qualities when applied have the ability to attenuate any initial biases of age, reputation, race, gender, or expected level of maturity. Suddenly, I feel naked. And it has never felt so comforting. Room for everyone and everything, the carousels of questions, debates, leisures, opinions, mumblings, and temper tantrums are always spinning round. Sometimes merry, sometimes not, sometimes maybe you’ll find a few socks, but the ticket really isn’t much and those carnies, yeah, they’re not so bad at keeping things oiled round here. Heck, they even ride the rides. So come! Bounce on the Philanthropistic mattress with me! There must be more to this room.
