Another musician friend of mine writes very eloquently on the nature of music and our perceptive abilities of the same. We are all dopey. We move from this centre, and become more and less dopey, but tend to return there. This is our norm of dopiness, our dopey normalcy. There is a particular kind of dopiness associated with living in the basement, and another kind of dopiness which belongs to the garden floor.
Cellar dwellers are so dopey they believe themselves to be smart.
This makes them potentially dangerous, because they dream they are awake. On the rungs of the ladder from the basement, to where the air is fresh and the sun shines, are the degrees of knowing of our personal dopiness. We are dopey. We recognise that we are dopey. We acknowledge that we are dopey.