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
