A

BRIEF CONSIDERATION

OF

FACT

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/17/2006

It is the fall season currently. It is truly one of my favorite times of the year for several reasons other than the obvious and most common aesthetics.

I think back briefly on what people would say was an upbringing. Not necessarily my youth per say... but those things which constitute the idea of upbringing.

The experiences I can recount were rather varied in extremes laid upon the consistent of the common drab anyone can recall.

I find that I now have some trouble in understanding modern social dynamics to some degree. I can see them and cope with them. I most definitely can comprehend to some degree the depth and reasons perhaps they have come to be. It is that I lack any sort of place where I can attach the reasoning behind them.

The single most confounding aspect of modern society from my perspective seems to be how it has managed to maintain itself through the growing extreme in shifts from one "political" side to the other.

I don't seem to recall such drastic extremes as a child. I definitely was never exposed to such levels of desperation in my upbringing. This, even through numerous less than pleasurable life experiences rather early on.

Another thing that confounds me about my particular upbringing, is in the drastic difference between myself and siblings. Perhaps that has to do with their own upbringings being of a more traveled sort than my own. I don't think there are any two of us that were born in the same state, myself being the youngest of the group and the only one that wasn't forced to travel as the military required.

There is such a pronounced difference that something such as my fathers death serves as example to illustrate such. It seems I was the only one that ever really "lived" with him outside of military experiences which may be another part of said differences.

I recall when he died, that the biggest concerns seemed to be about who would get what.... so much so that I found myself considering the idea of planting a fake treasure map that would need the floor boards removed just to dig under the house in pursuit of it. Something further about this, was my older sister and oldest brother thinking some rivalry was the issue at hand... even further was my sisters use of it in a smoke screen sort of way that told her no one else noticed the move she made to lay claim to the majority of assets.

She seemed comfortable with that.. which is what I am really getting at here. I couldn't have.. which I suppose would be counted against me in some twist of realism.

When I consider it though, perhaps it wouldn't be a twist of realism but only a perspective as result of my own upbringing having alienated me from the more important aspects in life.

It just doesn't make sense though, so I suppose I have to keep my own perspective. To attempt to adjust in such a way would be similar to trimming the puzzle piece to fit where it was supposedly supposed to go, as opposed to where it is that it fit in a conducive manner.

I just see no reason for those types of manufactured silliness. Life isn't that complicated but complicated enough that a person shouldn't want to fabricate problems for themselves, much less others.

Slight of hand belongs on the stage, maybe on the street corner.... to me those are places it belongs. Anywhere else seems as though you are just packing more baggage to worry about instead of experiencing life.

But maybe that is where sub contracts and the job force really come from? Those situations where it is deemed necessary to find someone else to keep an eye on those past "slights of hand" so as to insure they don't show up at the wrong time?

Kind of crazy to think there are actually areas of existence like that. If you look at it right, it can stand as a great compliment to the advance of society itself being so safe and comfortable that people can afford such peripheral concerns.

Personally, I still find some level of entertainment when I see the words "error log created" on the computer screen. I have to wonder in coincidence, just who may have loaded their pants at that moment... then remembering of course, the one time that I managed such a feat, tucked away now somewhere back where I can say it was in my upbringing.

Which means then, that the one "error log" I created is now somewhere "in" my pants, "in" my upbringing, "in" the past. Indeed, indubitably and more to the point, rather incorrigibly.

..And then of course, was the one "error flush created," which I have yet to see as a computer icon.. but no less "in," in many respects.