Dilbert Sensei
Dilbert Sensei
Skidding off the trans-Pacific jet airliner in the late ’80s, a wayward autodidact unwittingly found himself in an isolation chamber, far, far from what used to be home-sweet-home—some might even say he had been abandoned, forlorn, left to ponder on his own.
The countryside of rural Kanto Plain, might seem like a mysterious landscape, or, as Lafcadio Hearn described in the Meiji Era, Japan—a vibrant, ethereal community at the opposite spectrum of infinity, ascertained to be a well-preserved fairyland—an ancient, advanced ideogram symbology of the homogeneous civil Japanese.
Crossing into the farthest reaches of the Far East at just 23, demolished all previously constructed realities, flipping the Incidental Occxie instantly into a functional illiterate, who could neither speak, write, nor read Japanese.
This somehow seemed fitting—to have landed in this unique zone, indeed a superposition where one could strive to become Number None—the wayward autodidact edition of a free-range avatar.
So, fairyland it is, then—leading to the elimination of the Big Three: newspapers, radio, and the worst offender, putting the mind in a permanent bender—the stupification tool of the powers that be, the ubiquitous idiot box, otherwise known as Tee-Vee.
Then, out of nowhere, endless streams of wisdom came, disguised as bits and bytes—data shooting out like a photon of enlightenment—right out of thin air.
A self-reflective instrument, a gift from Muse and her mysterious sister Seity, arriving just in the nick of time to rectify the dearth of syllabus, and the absence of meaning.
Having only detected Dilbert Sensei’s signal pulsating vaguely, yet through a mentation event he is now vibrating judiciously, a humorous astute musings about the meaning of life.
The unfolding a deeply philosophical take on what’s going down inside the phantasmago rical ride of the American Dream.
Beyond the brilliance of his mind-melting, astute observations about life as a cubiclized avatar inside the material sludge vibe—lies juicy director’s cuts, a sneak peek behind Dilbert Sensei’s surreal animated ride—cheers, it coffee time.
Just recently, the mentation idealism method became clear, thus a reality—Dilbert Sensei stated inside a lucid dream, “My material existence in this disassociated state was created inside my mind from the age of eight,” he said to himself innately—a simulated future within a slice of time—embedded in distant memories—the essence of the sublime.
The treasure of ideas inside the nooks and crannies of Dilbert Sensei’s esoteric mind has been laid out in the form of adroit books as a personal guide—exploring the nooks and crannies of the evolving human condition—seekers hooked into the deepest of dives of a brain reframe to regenerate the narrative of one’s own life.
The secret revealed in another phase of this real deal has set the stage to persuade with vital skill and expertise in hypersonic, hypnotic acumen—mixing and matching Dilbert Sensei’s massive talent stack, his sharp-as-a-phacken-tack recommendations for the formulation of a frustration-free toolkit, his Seity manifesting practical wisdom, the foundation of Civilization Three.
The fundamental notion of going with the flow, emboldened by a curious nature, created a life of exploration—facing the perplexing mysteries hidden inside the nooks and crannies of the ancient civilization of Yamato—a coincidental journey—
The evolution of this novel technology was breathtakingly quick with the introduction of the World Wide Web for the common plebs—deep gratitude to the visionary 
The cost of international telecommunication dropped like a rock, and with the advent of high bandwidth, overseas dialing became basically free.
The ennui of solitude was suddenly alleviated when 
Sharing skills, know-how, and capabilities between 
It is not what you know, but who you know; an open secret to piles of dough—consider it a well-established protocol in what used to be hallowed halls, now reduced to stupifaction indoctrination centers, the lowest of the low.
Instantaneously, the molecule trader instincts kicked in, quickly developing curiosity about these emerging health and welfare technological trends, along with the desire to be a catalyst for the continuing health and longevity of a vibrant neo-community of 
The second grave disappointment and new 
The last act in this egregious, shameful Harvardtard theater is the malady of stagnation and politicization of such a highly regarded academic institution—an utterly unforgivable protocol that couches itself as a center of ‘higher learning with a moral code.’
Regeneration of the way of matriculation—the neo-prototype phase of the reconstitution of education, with unprecedented paradigm shifting, is now complete and on its way.
Elementary school, two classes of grade ones—who was in charge of the curriculum matters not—what is important is the origin of such a malicious plot—the ancillary minions of the industrial overlords stupified one class, the other one not.
A novel reading system for the implementation of stupification using the protocol Initial Teaching Alphabet (ITA)—a piss-poor way to start an academic life—regardless, embrace the day.
All the worse yet, there was no time to hone poetic prowess, therefore, to opine about the meaning of life and what it means to become 
Internalize Japanese until the phacken eyes bleed; this untamed wild beast must speak, read, write, and 
Throughout the nooks of random books, inside the crannies of the mind—ancient philosophers embrace modern times—hallowed halls of immortal wisdom and emergent knowledge—potent antidotes initiating de-stupification of a weary, exploited, enfeebled mind.
Perhaps platitudes come with an attitude, and in this, one must be careful not to come off as a 
Is it kind, necessary, and true—internalizing this san-ten-setto leads to no regret, now a Master communicator and orator, when understanding what lies beyond the wisdom of commonsense.
When this highly sophisticated protocol is ignored, an overabundance of anguish, pain, and their manipulative nefarious friend, mental torture arrive with the preachers and the choir.
Annihilate incessant amplification, and its worse mate, cacophony—a manifestation of a viral infestation, consuming a narrowly defined spectrum of a decaying humanoid mind.
The Japanese innately know the mouth is the fountain of all disasters—more often than not, the Japanese default to the standard protocol of tatemae—maintaining a facade of socially constructed harmony—as it goes—so life flows—internalize this to see—you too can think like the 
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