Synthesist TWO - Will Parfitt
Synthesist TWO - Will Parfitt
Synthesist TWO - Will Parfitt
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One of the things I am often asked, along with how come I’m so astonishingly<br />
fabulous, how I get paid so very much for doing so very little (talent, darling,<br />
talent, there really is no substitute; lack of talent is just God’s way of saying you’re<br />
going to have to work for a living) and what’s the recipe for my amazing tomato sauce<br />
(which is so fantastic that straight guys have left their wives for it, or possibly that was the<br />
bread-and-butter pudding), is how come I’m so insufferably smug and annoying.<br />
Now this last is a tricky one, as, unlike all the others (including the tomato sauce) it<br />
didn’t come to me naturally. No, once I was a snivelling bunch of insecurities just like<br />
you are. But then I started my Big Smug Spiritual Practice, which basically consists<br />
of taking time out every day to tell myself that I’m bloody fantastic and that everyone<br />
who suggests otherwise is just evil scum talking out of envy and bitterness. I call this<br />
meditation because it sounds more poncey, and makes it look like I’m doing that really<br />
difficult stuff that Buddhists do.<br />
Of course if I was just telling myself that I was totally marvellous I would be insane and<br />
deluded, and anyway it wouldn’t work. People who try this kind of self-affirmation are<br />
generally sad losers, simply because it falls foul of the following paradox:<br />
Sad Person:<br />
Sad Person:<br />
Sad Person:<br />
(a little desperately) I am wonderful, I am marvellous, I am not a sad loser<br />
despite what my boss/lover/parents/friends/public opinion may say.<br />
(to self) But the person who is saying all these things is just me, and I’m<br />
a big sad loser, so how can I trust my opinion on anything<br />
(back to self) Shut up and keep chanting.<br />
To avoid this paradox, I pretend it is the Universe (the artist formerly known as God)<br />
who is telling me these things in a dead spiritual way. Hey, it works for me.<br />
So where did I learn this meditation of smugness I learnt it at the International Centre<br />
for Smugness: the Findhorn Foundation. Okay, time for a picture:<br />
.<br />
(The main bit of road in the Findhorn Foundation, called the Runway because, back<br />
when this was an aerodrome, Lancaster bombers used to take off along it. Given that it’s<br />
only around a mile long I’m astonished they managed to get airborne; possibly this is an<br />
example of an early Findhorn miracle, though the slope may also have helped)<br />
The <strong>Synthesist</strong> • 2 • page 143<br />
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