More Tips For Solving The Case.
 
 

An investigator’s greatest tool in dealing with the circumstances-of & participants-in the affair is: 
                           total insincerity.
 
 

(I remind you that all of this information is being translated into english from a language that is radically unrelated to any in use on this planet,
and that the word, “insincerity” as employed herein
is not fully descriptive of the reality it represents,
but is the closest available; 
nonetheless, if you are truly interested in 
getting to the bottom of this affair  -- 
--  and you stay alert, and cobra cold  -- 
you will most likely get the drift of what’s going on.)
 

The desire of a person who thinks they want to 
solve the case of being alive, and 
get the understanding,
must be innately sincere, or their efforts are futile;
(nothing postnatally can affect this;
you’re either born with red hair, or you’re not.)
 

The desire to solve the case IS sincere,
but the investigator’s dealings with the participants,
and circumstances of it is IN-sincere.

          Anything less than this approach is doomed. 
 
 
 

The case revolves around the investigator’s 
gut feeling that  --  “Things Are Not As They Seem”,
(more specifically): 
          “The Reality Of Life Does Not Jib With 
                        Its Official Description.” 
 

All men vaguely feel this,
but it is left to the few professional investigators,
born with a taste and flair for such work,
to actively pursue the matter.
Civilians have so much other business to see to
that they by and large simply accept their questions regarding the maps of life being at variance with
their own experience therewith,
and go on with their lives,
but their awareness of this dichotomy does make 
periodic public appearances as:
satire, and dramatic irony,
(the last word’s creation being in fact, 
entirely caused by the situation stated.)
But other than for an occasional nervous laugh,
ordinary men are driven by life to constructively
overlook the fact that the descriptions of life
that life makes come from their brains and tongues
does not match the lives that life forces them to live.
No --  only the “Professional Investigator” is --
                              On The Case.
 
 
 

Okay, here’s how things stand:
you, (the human, “P. I.”), 
are looking into a matter, (life-as-lived-by-humans),
in which, (as noted above),
the participants, and potential suspects, (humans),
feel from the outset that a crime has been 
perpetrated on them,
in that it is obvious that the descriptions of life 
that have been forced on them --  with their 
own minds being the helpless medium therefor,
the entire crime scene  -- 
as an Investigator finds it when he gets there  --
is one of total hypocrisy, deceit, and 
free-standing insincerity.

      Only an idiot takes holographic photos to 
      show around at a one-eyed-man’s convention,
      or expects to hear german spoken at a 
      sons-of-napoli rally.
 

All ordinary, normal, sane people feel, 
(in their spare time),
that they are being conned;
that they are the victim of a hoax;
that they are being played for a fool,
so how can you, (the Professional Investigator),
expect to get any straight answers from them
regarding this gigantic con in which they are
right-in-the-middle?! --  indeed 
it is solely for them that the con exists!
 

       Ordinary civilians couldn’t give you impartial, 
useful information about this case even if they tried ‘til
                    their hemorrhoids exploded.
 
 

Only --  “fake” -- (Ugh!) --  investigators
waste their time in such dead end activity;
you cannot get any help from the victims of a crime
that occurs in a town named: Crimeville,
and where all the citizens are named: 
Joe & Henrietta Victim;
you might as well ask a shark to describe water.
 

No matter how “sincerely” such people attempt
to answer your questions, and aid in your investigation,
their “sincerity” means naught --
’tis just a word men employ to convey their desire to be factual and accurate regarding their descriptions
of life as they know it to be from experience,
in face of their known inability to do so 
by virtue of the fact that the descriptions are not of their own design, but are forced 
into their consciousness, 
and then  --  out of their mouths by
the very thing they are 
ostensibly trying to describe  --- life.
 

Under planet earth conditions,
the minds of men are incapable of being sincere --
thus only a moron, (or ordinary person),
attempts to be sincere with those naturally incapable of being so, (due to prevailing conditions).
Would a gazelle waste valuable time trying to
”sincerely” explain its view of life 
to a lion it had suddenly encountered?

Sincerity is meaningless in matters of inevitability,
and nothing is more inevitable than you being alive,
and your mind being naturally subjected to
the voice in your head relentlessly describing for you,
what “being alive” is about.
Are you “sincere,” or not sincere in your breathing?
The question is ridiculous, and equally as silly is
asking other people --  and your own automatic mind -
to be sincere in their accounts of the crime scene,
and the activities of any pertinent participants.
 
 

                  But in this gigantic con,  consider this:
         compared to the alternative, (which is inconceivable),
                        --     ain’t life something!

If you are ever going to solve-this-case,
and personally get-to-the-bottom-of-things,
you must employ appropriate measures -- 
willful  --   secret, and total  --   insincerity.
…(what do you think was the inspiration for the term, “fight fire with fire”?!)
 

                                             J
 
 
 

…oh yeah, it case it didn’t hit you plainly:
the biggest chump game is in being sincere in
your reactions to what goes on in your so-called,
”thinking” --   give up that self-participatory con,
and you’ve damn near got the case wrapped up.