Free Masons
Having learned to read at an early age, because television alone couldn’t sustain me while living in a room, I discovered many a world that interests me, but no actual substance. Some things are like sugary, colorful cereals. They taste good, but probably not the best source of nutrition. Disappointment was frequent; there was never enough there to test reality frames. Compared to what I know now, I would argue some literature is just an infomercial. Like those advertisements that look like a breaking important news event, only to discover they’re about to sell you car insurance or cell phone coverage; I always felt cheated. Jaded might be more accurate. Remember Sea Monkeys? I seriously thought I was getting tiny, miniature people. So did my mom. She actually asked me, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay with little nude people swimming around?” If she could have predicted my future cellphone browsing history, she might never have asked that question.
Anyway, there are these books and groups that promise answers. The Secret. Scottish Rights Free Masons. Illuminati. The Knights Templar… Apparently, if you become a Mason, you can’t be a Knights Templar. Unless you lie. I didn’t feel the need to lie. The person I knew who was a Knight didn’t impress me enough that I needed to pursue secret knowledge. I was already disenchanted…