Yesterday, I put together a number of long, ranting posts in an online class-discussion on the topic of leadership and the assumption by many thoughtful, intelligent people that they would make good Philosopher-Kings (at least, in their sphere of interest). People like democracy until they must live democracy.
I am fortunately wise enough to know that I am not wise enough, efficient enough, or skilled enough to be a Philosopher-King in most settings. I know that working together with others is the best way I can work toward useful things in an organization.
In response to my ideas (I would like to think), I received the following piece of SPAM in my mailbox. I know now what the best role for a Philosopher must be:
inside shadow, compete with living. with umbrella near, inferiority complex is ravishing.
And share a shower with the dark side of her
Dana, the friend of Dana and
ceases to exist with
Dana and I took toward tape recorder with
(defined by bottle of beer),
clock beyond particle accelerator.
I added the linebreaks. Poetry spam. What will they think of next?