Potable agathokak & the golden knife

Good & evil

are an abstraction …

Ergo, Maxwell House coffee 

is good and evil 

to the last drop


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“The philosopher-singer Vaughn Monroe had it all wrong — ghost riding in the sky is something I could totally get into. I could certainly think of a few worse ways to spend an evening. Like, for instance, regular non-ghost cow herding. That doesn’t sound great to me, but you can see the dilemma. One probably cannot be one without first being the other.

Of course, ghost riding is not for everybody. Which is why here in trefology before a new member starts on course, they are first asked to search for their ‘golden knife’.

What is a golden knife?

Let me explain:  Once during one of our long family drives up to the mountains my father turned to me & asked what my golden knife was.

My ears suddenly pricked up, waking me from my backseat long-drive fog.

“Golden knife?” I asked, excitedly, looking around. “Golden knife?”

My dad just shook his head & turned his attention back to the road. “Forget it,” he said, & we continued on with our silent drive to top of Raymond Mountain.  

Later, after we arrived at the rental cabin, my mother explained that my dad had asked me if I had a goal in life, but I assured her I all ready had — and that was to find the elusive, magical golden knife, as promised to me by Fortuna.

I vowed to my mother that, from that day forward, I would never stop looking. Never. Never.” 

DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR MAGICAL GOLDEN KNIFE IS HIDDEN? FIND IT THRU TREFOLOGY TRAINING TO-DAY!

(If you all ready have your golden knife, might we hold it for a bit?)

taken from the lecture, General Misunderstandings, June 26, 1971

7 thoughts on “Potable agathokak & the golden knife

  1. (1) Agathokak > Agath(ok)a k > Agatha K > Agatha Christie. Mystery solved!
    (2) I once lost a Korean War era bayonet on a hike in the Spring Mountains. It wasn’t golden, but if my father knew I lost it, I’d get a scoldin’.
    (3) I pursue elusive goals in life. They see me coming from a mile away.

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  2. Kind of like those “mis-heard” song lyrics. I’m the guy who for literally years (fortunately starting in my teens) thought the Bee Gees sang not “Run to me, if you need a shoulder” but instead “Run to me, if you need a showgirl.” As I got older, I began to appreciate my own version more. – Marty

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