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Pysma

Pysma (pys’-ma): The asking of multiple questions successively (which would together require a complex reply). A rhetorical use of the question.


“There are more questions than answers in this life.” Sore

Sore (Valde in Latin) was a Roman philosopher who practiced his art sometime in 1 A.D. He earned his nickname from the nearly terminal case of diaper rash he had when he was 11 years old. A Soothsayer told him to stop wearing diapers and work with a professional potty trainer, and he would be cured. He followed the Soothsayer’s advice and the rash was gone, but not the nickname.

The quotation above is the only “answer” he ever gave. He held lessons during the summer months under an ancient fig tree; a representation of aged wisdom, a site of sunlight dimmed by leaves and branches giving the area beneath them a quality of gravitas and a lower temperature than the hills outside their embrace, and there were branches laden with delightful sweet fruit snacks, there for the picking & eating. Across global cultures and ancient history, the fig symbolizes “fertility, abundance, prosperity, spiritual enlightenment, and hidden wisdom. Because the flower blooms entirely out of sight inside the fruit, the fig is also a powerful metaphor for going inward and uncovering inner truths.” (Google) Our saying “Figure it out” is attributed to 16th century English fig worshippers.

The tree was located on the Palantine Hill about 100 meters down from the Lupercal, where Romulus and Remus were found by the she-wolf Lupa (Wikipedia). Sore filled his flask every day from the Lupercal, a bubbling con gasso spring. The water fizzed on his tongue and sustained him as he did what he did.

When his students had gathered under the fig tree, Sore began the lesson. Unlike other philosophers who favored dialogue, Sore favored monologue. He would rapidly ask questions nonstop for forty-five minutes, eat a fig, and leave. His rapid fire delivery of questions precluded students from answering him.

Below is a partial listing of some of Sore’s philosophically powerful questions:

What is the sound of one hand?

How many toothpicks can dance on a bald man’s head?

Where do the roots of all evil grow?

Why does the wind cry Mary?

Who put the bomp in the bomp bompa bomp?

Does reality consist of glitter and the annoyed?

Have you drunk a Piña Colada and taken a walk in the rain?

Are you experienced?

Does anybody know what time it is?

Who is John Gault?

Are you a person or a participle?

What do you like about bullhorns?

This is a partial list of questions from Lesson 413. The entire list consists of 114 questions asked in rapid sequence, leaving an unbroken strand of wonder woven into student’ heads.

One of the last places Sore’s strategy is employed is in the questioning witnesses in House and Senate hearings, where Senators and Representatives have little time to question witnesses and wait for their rambling, obfuscations. Sore’s strategy is used mainly to “go on the record” with concerns—sort of like “begging” the question to implicate witnesses in the misdeeds the questions imply. For example, “When will you stop screwing your intern?” “When will you stop stealing taxpayer dollars?” “How much did you pay Epstein to ‘meet’ underage girls?”

Good questions may take us down more, more exciting, and better slippery slopes than answers ever will. They enhance a speaker’s ethos by seeming to encourage and empower listeners to find their own answers, if they can remember the hundreds of question posed in a given discourse.

Anyway, “There are more questions than answers in this life.” Sore


Pysma

Pysma (pys’-ma): The asking of multiple questions successively (which would together require a complex reply). A rhetorical use of the question.


I retired too early. It wasn’t a choice. My arthritis froze up my hand to the point where I couldn’t do my job any more.

Now, I long for the good old days working at Entermann’s Bakery as an egg cracker for the crumb cake batter and the Stollen at Christmas time. I miss my little white hat, the smell of egg yolk, and the frequent sneezing from the flour in the air. I miss my comrades too, especially Hans Wieder who made 300 lbs of white icing everyday. He would stir it with a spatula that looked like a snow shovel, whistling “Edelweiss” like a Nightengale, and doling out paper cups full of icing to us all, to have as desert with our lunches. I had started bringing just two slices of bread to work to smear with Hans’ delicious icing. It was perfect. Then, Hans was fired for being “too generous” with “the product.” He chained himself to the icing vat and started swinging his spatula. He hit Mr. Entermann’s son in the face, who then shot at Hans, and Hans clubbed him with his spatula and killed him in “self defense.” Hans was tried and convicted of “purposeful manslaughter” and was sentenced to 4 years in Rahway State Prison. Someday, I will visit Hans, but for now, I try keep myself busy on my own. What do you think I do? How do you think I spend my time? What does a 67-year-old single man do from dawn until dusk?

In the morning I watch Martha Stewart and have been following her home decor recommendations. I have lots of ribbons and bows and little things hanging in my windows made of paper or self-hardening clay. Then I watch porn pretty much for the rest of the day. I purchased a copy of “Dirty Dick’s Porno Keywords” that I use to vary my searches for different porn site themes. It is an excellent resource for people like me who’re beginning to forget most of their own experiences and need to prop up their porno experiences with reference materials. When I get tired of the porn, I listen to oldies on XM radio. Finally, I go the bed with Bonanza. I think I have some kind of crush on Hoss, but I’m not ready to admit it yet. I like to think about riding my 10-speed bike through a hole in a burning map of Lake Tahoe. I would have “Born to be Wild” playing in the background and I’d be wearing a fringed leather coat like Billy in “Easy Rider,” mannn.

My therapist tells me I should get out more often. So, it is a little unorthodox, but I’m going out on Halloween. I was racking my brain about who or what to be. As usual, I was listening to the “Oldies Station” on XM radio. They were playing a Beatles’ retrospective and “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” came on. I thought “That’s perfect. I can be Maxwell.” I went down in the basement and found my hammer. I went to the Ace hardware store and bought a can of silver spray paint. I painted my hammer silver and went to Oxfam and got some schoolboy clothing to wear—black shoes, white socks, short pants, while shirt, matching blazer and random middle school beanie. I was ready! Two more days until Halloween! I downloaded “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” and played it over and over for inspiration. I couldn’t wait.

Halloween came and I donned my costume. I went to the door of my first house. I pounded on the door and held my silver hammer up in the air over my head and yelled “Get ready to die!” A woman answered the door, took one look at me a screamed “Call 911!” Her husband came running out of the living room. I was so stunned I hadn’t moved and still was holding the hammer over my head. He yelled “You perverted bastard” and shot me with his service revolver. He was an off-duty policeman.

When I was checked into the hospital with a gunshot wound to my ear, I found out it was Sept 30. I do not know how I got my dates so screwed up, but I do know why they panicked and I got shot. Thank god it was just my ear, another inch or two to the left and I’d be dead.

As a remedy to my time and date problem, I got a special clock from AARP that mimics a smoke alarm and yells the date and time every two hours. I also hired “Remember Your Life” to keep track of my appointments and text my cellphone every fifteen minutes on days when I have appointments.

They’re holding a Halloween party at the senior center. I’ve been invited. I know from all my time and date keeping gizmos that it’s actually October 31 when they are holding the party. I was thinking of going as the Grim Reaper looking over a papier-mâché effigy of an old guy on a gurney being euthanized. It has a modern ring to it and may help some of the guests with their end of life decisions. I can make a hole in the old guy’s chest and fill it with Medicare cards and candy.


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Pysma

Pysma (pys’-ma): The asking of multiple questions successively (which would together require a complex reply). A rhetorical use of the question.


A. Why should I? What’s the use? Why did you choose me? Do you really think I would want to? Have you done it with anyone else before? Will I have to climb any stairs? Is it more than five miles away? Is this your idea? Are you sober? Will it cost me anything?

B. It could cost you your if you life if you don’t shut the hell up with the questions.

A. Does that mean you’re going to answer my questions?

B. I’m warning you, you wise ass. Let me ask you a question. Why do you want to taunt me with your bullshit?

A. Bullshit? How do you get that? Is there something I’m saying that I don’t realize I’m saying? Have I missed or skipped something? Did I misunderstand you?

B. Ok, that’s it. I’m going to ask you again the question I asked you in the first place. Your answer will be yes or no, and NO DAMN QUESTIONS. Here’s the question again: Do you want to go out for sushi?

A. I’m 99% sure that I do. But, can you answer my questions first?

B. No.


Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu)

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Pysma

Pysma (pys’-ma): The asking of multiple questions successively (which would together require a complex reply). A rhetorical use of the question.

Until I get the GPS up and running again,  let’s just say we’re slightly lost in the woods.

Calm down fellow hikers! We’ll be ok. What kind of amateur trailblazer do you think I am? Do you really think I don’t know what I’m doing? Do you think I purposely got us lost?

Ha!

There, I’ve changed the GPS’s batteries and we’re good to go. Off to Diamond Lake! Step lively, intrepid hikers!

Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu)

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Pysma

Pysma (pys’-ma): The asking of multiple questions successively (which would together require a complex reply). A rhetorical use of the question.

Our crypto platform has been compromised.  How did we find out about this? Who was involved? Who is to blame? Why did they do it? How did they do it? How has it affected our reputation for honesty, integrity, and openness? What are we going to do moving ahead? These are the questions we intend to address over the coming days.  But today, I can tell you that we . . .

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Pysma

Pysma (pys’-ma): The asking of multiple questions successively (which would together require a complex reply). A rhetorical use of the question.

Shouldn’t the G-20 be meeting in Las Vegas or Atlantic City as a tribute to the rationale of its decision making? What will the G-8’s next game of chance be? Chuck-a-Lucky Euro? Wheel of BP-Sterling? Dicing for Dollars? Global Lotto? What’s the motto? “We bet your life”?

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Pysma

Pysma (pys’-ma): The asking of multiple questions successively (which would together require a complex reply). A rhetorical use of the question.

How many times do we have to come to the table? What is the meaning of all this back-stabbing? Who is responsible for starting this conflict? Is this the way we want to live? Why can’t we compromise? Why can’t we just leave each other alone?

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