Howard looked out at the world slowly passing them by as the merry-go-round unwound and dissipated its energy. With each revolution the merry-go-round returned to its starting position, only to find the world had remained relatively unchanged as it spun around them. The experience gave Howard the strange feeling that all the action in the world was really occurring within himself and that the rest of humanity was only blurred scenery. He shook the feeling off as one of those mad thoughts that emerge from the depths of the unconscious from time to time and are ignored by the sane mind. Only in his dreams did he succumb to the deranged messages that bubbled up from his Id. Howard was too rooted in reality to understand the deep insights of a mystic or psychotic. For him, the world was a thing to be managed and manipulated by any mechanical means at hand. He knew that there were no animistic spirits in rocks or springs to guide him through the pitfalls of life. Free will and random chaos underlay the structure of his universe.
Who Wears the Pants Scene 63
