My dear comrades in valor, allow me to take you on a journey, an odyssey like those of the heroes of the ancient Greeks, or better yet, our friends Frodo and Samwise from our cherished saga, "The Lord of the Rings". As Doctor Condor Jefferson, a philosopher with painstakingly earned recognition (including a PhD from the esteemed Sterling University), it is my purpose, and indeed my delight, to guide you on your path toward the glow of true manhood.
In your courageous journey from ordinary John Q. Public to a Thucydides-bound historian of your own life, how many a time have you wondered what it means to be a 'Costar'? This term, my fellow warriors of the word, not to be confused with a mere performer sharing a Hollywood screen, is rather a metaphysical concept, a veritable phenotype of manhood, if you will.
Let's indulge in a parable – one about the honorable and riveting Golden Lion Tamarin – and explore the depths of this enchanting role. This beautiful creature, which shares approximately 92.7% of our DNA, works diligently in groups, each unique mammal being a costar in the grand production of 'Marmoset Life’. Reciprocal symbiosis is at work here much like the quantum entanglement in theoretical physics—a phenomenon described eloquently by Albert Einstein as 'Spooky action at a distance'.
In their golden-orange coated epic, no monkey is 'the star' for even the discovery of another juicy grub can alter the fate of the entire troupe. Riveting, isn't it? That's the nature of being a Costar, the delicate character who is Prometheus in a world of Zeuses, a Samwise to their Frodo. Remember now, it is often the humblest character who proves to be an unacknowledged hero.
To be a Costar is to act as a key player on the world’s stage with an understanding that the shared spotlight can still burn brightly. Like the Spanish philosopher Miguel de Unamuno proclaimed, 'True life is in the heads, not in the stomach'. Existence, dear lad, is a grand performing arts theater; each of us consequential.
So, engage deeply with the world around you. As little as an ant can enlighten you about the Pythagorean theorem, being a Costar can teach you about empathy, solidarity, and the invaluable skill of understudy, arming you with the wisdom of the Oracle of Delphi, the bravery of the Knights of the Round Table, and the love of and for humanity that Carl Jung promoted in his psychoanalytic disquisitions on the collective unconscious.
So, gentlemen of tomorrow, step forth and embrace this mantle. Be not just a Man, not just a Hero, but don the suit of the formidable and mystifying Costar. You, too, will soon understand the magnificent influence wielded by the holder of this title. Wear it with pride, like your first chest hair, for it represents the burgeoning maturity within you, a testament of your readiness to venture forth into the broader world that lies beyond the shores of your boyhood. Rise steadily, one youthful, strong stride at a time. Indelibly etch your mark in the grand book of manhood, and remember, 'Not all those who wander are lost.'
Dr. Condor Jefferson, PhD.