So, you think I have become drunk on power that is not even real. To this I say: This would be a good observation if you were actually talking about yourself. Your response is nonverbal. You just look away and sigh like a fog horn on a tugboat on the other side of a fogbank. Somehow, this pleases me and I am filled with the impulse to tell you some things that I ordinarily would not. Instead of trying to ram my point of view down your throat like a payed off newscaster, I will tell you a story. Like some of my stories, this one is real. In this crazy town that I live there are many characters, many fixtures, some consider me a fixture. You can come to this town and find me. Many people here know me as Didj, try and fine me if you dare. Any way one of the characters in this town is known for hanging around town in frozen positions. I have seen him around for years and observed his various frozen poses. Some day a photographer will take pictures and chronicle his frozen adventures in time. He is around six foot three, stoops, has long stringy brown hair just past his shoulders and a smallish mustache that he has on occasion trimmed the sides to look like the infamous Adolph. He has been out of view lately but in the past he has fequented areas around the post office and the arcade. One day he appraoched me and engaged me in a one-sided conversation. He spoke about a tape of tibetan buddhist monks chanting he used to listen to 30 years ago. He told me that when he heard me play the didjeridoo, it brought him back that memory because of how much i sounded like these chanting monks. His eyes then opened wide and I could see little bits of red where blood vessels had burst. He told me that he met one of those monks and that monk taught him various standing meditation poses, each desinged to tune a chakra or two. The man who liked to freeze in public then got to the heart of the anatomy of this meeting. He asked: Do you know why the monks chant? Why they chant in shifts 24 hours a day and 7 days a week? I shook my head with the barest movement in a silent no. He answered his own question while his slightly bloodshot eyes did not blink: They chant to tune all the chakras. Continually tuning the chakras (the endoctrine system) so that one day they we us you will crack the seed of earthly existence.