R.W. Twain, paraphrasing Jesus.
Many of the essays I publish are forward-looking but, despite the thought and labor expended in formulation, I rarely get credit and esteem for having been correct. When others express reservation or indignation at my claims of prophetic genius, I generally discount such discourtesy to the unconscious proclivity of the American mind to reject the notion of another individual being quicker of mind with regard to a well-known backdrop of accepted truths. Oddly, I turn to a John Travolta role to address this curious set of affairs: remembering Phenomenon. where Travolta's character, infected with foresight, is demanded to explain many of life's unknown unknowns (scene and another). Having Hollywood provide the premise for my own conclusion is evidence enough that I am correct-- prophets dominate the Writer's Guild.
