From Freud and his uncountable children i learned the abiding power of myths and just-so stories: how their newfangled tales have transformed our souls just as profoundly as their more primitive forerunners once coaxed our ur-parents out of less human natures!
Sigmund Freud fled downstairs to see his friend the butcher after yet another heated argument with his father. “How do you manage to be so benevolent towards everyone all the time?” asked the analyst. “It’s quite easy”, replied the butcher: “Whenever someone rushes at me with a demand, i never resist head-on, but simply pivot to the side. I find the spot where our interests meet and then position myself to make the most of it.” Seeing the dumbfounded look on Sigmund’s face, the butcher continued: “It is like carving. I never hack at the bone: that dulls my knife and sends splinters through the meat. Instead, i look for the articulation to find the easiest cut, and if i cannot make it from where i stand, i move ‘round ‘til the spot is within reach, then i slice through almost nothing, and poof!, the piece falls off of its own accord.”