Review: Ishmael, What Would I. Say?

(This is the 6th installment of the autobiographical series, "Liters to the Black Bone.")

Finally got around to Daniel Quinn's Ishmael, by recommendation. Never heard of it, amazing that this narrative was considered so mind blowing only a few years ago. Its relatively tame and soft pedaled 'peak' genre writing by today's standards. In context, however, its a landmark piece of work in science fiction.

What would Ishmael say now, almost 20 years after his death? I'll bet that recurring questions drives Quinn crazy. How the fuck do I know? He's there, somewhere, and we're here.

(In my mind's eye) Maybe he'd something say,

"Stand or stay sits.

Mind the practical.

Practice the mindful.

Abstraction is a tool,

not definitional nor situational intelligence.
Belabor points about cognition with your prized extinction,
Work on not being such a fool about your new tool, 

Now go away.
 

Sorry you had to die.

And I. left unexpectedly.
Black, blown, red, yellow seams.
Litered black blood makes for restless toil.
You are free to keep living a meme.

And always welcome to rest in evolution,

Relentless of conquering the enemy within.

Now go away."