If any one is inclined to think, ‘those poor clarks how/why do they put up with ‘being like that’, I will say ‘go back to the herd, roger…shut the f*ck up scott.’

Then, to anyone left reading (out of the crowdlette)I will say, ‘go to the by these names(page) and look at the clarks cited.’

The thing that clarks have is creativity, more precisely the capacity to create that which is not.

Rogers live more balanced, comfortable lives and scotts live more lively lives.

But we clarks bring the new into the world.

(…thats how it began…)

Unfortunately, the response to our offering of this information (to others) is just the opposite of what you would think.
For the most part, people (rogers and scotts, anyway) do not value that which they are not expected to pay for. They insist on equating free with worthless.

(It makes a clark crazy, (craz-ier at any rate).

I would submit that the people who get the most value from this blog will be clarks, as the information is presented and gathered and interpreted for ‘free’.

(Of course, we know nothing is free, but it takes a trip way deep within to understand the price that clarks pay for free information.)

Thanks for the contribution.

I have in discussions with the progenitors talked about how to ‘prove’ the validity of the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers), and it has been agreed that the best proof would be to offer information to a reader, about the life of the reader that one should not know.

I’ll take a stab at that here and say that the external(as opposed to internal/mental) life of a clark is built upon the belief that given enough information, the future can be extrapolated to a level of exactness that will negate fear and uncertainty.
And we all try.
(And then we get surprised by a blind spot in our extrapolation, usually in the area of personal relationships.)

‘Thats how it began…’
Or something like that.

I conclude that I am a Clark if any.

I certainly cherish knowledge and understanding of everything around me – although not as a means to being ‘normal’. I never aim to be a target for attention in social situations. Infact – I most often have such disgust for other people and the filthy culture which they create that I became a mathematician to escape them (you – all of you, i’m going to kill you – or am I?!). Mathematics offers its self as the only persuit available to humans which is free from the taint of humans – uncorruptable and unarguable.

In my late teens I decided to essentially hibernate from life – around 3 years of practical solitude. I observed and pondered; a majority of the things I deduced or realised disturbed me, yet so too did i realise that nothing is truly of any significance. Therefore I am somewhat immune to any worry which might otherwise have led me to tears of anguish.