You’ll find it somewhere between the Tropics of Languid and Layabout
and no, you don’t have to go looking for it. You just need to sit back, do
absolutely nothing and sink into it. Welcome to Lotus-eating Land where you
don’t even have to eat the lotuses (or is it lotii?? – who cares anyway?) if
you don’t want to. In fact, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.
Because this is where Nothing is something you do and do very well indeed.
Let’s take a closer look. It cuts through the ages, from the
very young to the very old. It isn’t gender-specific and you could find the
male and the female of the species though a larger number of males seem to want
to migrate here. Or rather, they want to sink through wherever they are into any
place here. You’ll find that the traffic moves very slowly and happily here,
making the right turns into the boulevards of bliss and the lanes of
listlessness. Selling won’t work because
the attitudes are fixed even though they exist in a bubble of non-action. This
is the land where impatience and time-keeping are banned, never to enter its
passive portals. This is where the gods of idleness and laidbackness are placed
on a pedestal and worshipped. Where hymns of lounging and lullabies of loafing
softly rise into the still air.
Now, for an even closer look. This is not a land for the
faint-hearted. It takes courage to achieve the right to be here. It takes a
certain strength of will to do nothing. So what you might find in a resident’s
psyche is a do-nothing attitude that permeates the brain and makes it one
wonderful indolent mass. Were brain-mapping allowed, there would be patches of
procrastination in a sea of tranquility, with nary a stressful atom to upset
the calm. Mind and body are in a beautiful state of balance with a perfect
nothingness that makes them whole. If you were to view the Kirlian auras here,
you would see gentle greens, sleepy blues and lazy lilacs. And you’ll learn
that everyone lives by those simple words of wisdom, ‘Let it be!’
