They wanted the noise of my words. As noise proves nothing I write my words, making them more noble, flowing and indisputably
more important than my last speech.
Quite noticeably the great Truck Driver’s Ark is quite striking in size but allowed to sail without
drivers. Has Noah any idea that he didn’t bring enough truck drivers? It follows that two were not enough and the hen
has flown the coop, cackles alone does not make a truck driver. Billions were born after thirty centuries and steady effort
builds the army, the Microsoft civilization but not enough drivers born.
The Truck Driver’s Ark has no rudder, it has no sails. They want me to fix their truck driver shortage,
without a compass their lost at sea, wanting me to man the pumps, wanting the holds of the ship filled with drivers, no room
for cargo just more men, it seems the main thing.
They tell me, in the strict confidence that their money can buy, you’re the contrast of the other views.
With all sorts of objections they knock on my door, wanting a navigation paper, some map to follow, make it possible to find
the nomadic man.
I tell them, come examine the new Truck Driver’s Ark, bring your inspectors and janitors alike. Their
owners and executives come to my suite and for sure they wonder about my stunning retreat. What a little company, making them
think, making them understand that the nomadic man needs more than a hundred dollars and a few yards of freedom. The song
they sing, heard so many times before, the cackles of their board and their profit and loss transmitted to each and every
one that works their line.
I tell them that their noise proves nothing and again makes no sense. You keep hiring drivers and they work
in the dark. You’re trying to anchor them, no ventilation to breath, you’ll never keep Adam and it’s best
to forget about Eve. Your steady efforts has allowed you to buy your way in, hurry up and bundle up the little guys but it’s
not to last, not educated yet, you’re just making room and it doesn’t last.
I tell them, I’ll write the Nonsense Paper, maybe this will be the last time. They must learn the human
instinct, it was born with Adam and Eve and it remains to this day. I will write it for grown people, not knowing exactly
where to stop, I’ll write the whole thing this time. We must examine the souls and the life of people to really understand.
This valuable expert nonsense, so rare the truth a thousand novels cannot spread the word.
The Soul of the People, The Life of the People, The Desires of the People will be found inside these shadings
of the truth. Their manners, emotions, experiences, feelings, ambitions will all be explained.
They will find loyalty to the opinions at hand. Break no chain just stay for a while, learn the nonsense
called PeopleNology, disputed matters explained, education exploded, political and religious opinions come to life, the real
value about to be explained.
Gregory Bodenhamer Ph.D. PeopleNology Nollijy University
