Once upon a time I wandered into the land of OS looking for its renowned Wizard; the Wizard of OS.  I traveled link after link, over rough terrain and smooth, but to no avail.  I encountered many interesting people, many peaceful exchanges and many difficult conflicts, some of which involved me and some of which did not.  There were lions, tigers and bears, wolves, cats, dogs, birds, there was a doughnut, some “artificial intelligence”, there was a talking blue motorcycle, and a variety of other creatures; flying monkey brains, witches, and there was even a Troll.

As time passed, I began to realize this Wizard might not truly exist.  I found many sharp minds, wise and witty, clever, thoughtful, some argumentative, analytical, and it seemed as though there was an endless variety of perspectives.  All were engaging.  But none appeared to be the Wizard I sought.

I had resisted belief in the Wizard’s nonexistence, resisted believing the possibility that this person I sought might be entirely mythical, but I was beginning to fail in my resistance.  For far too long my seemingly unending and ill-fated search continued fruitlessly when, suddenly, something flashed through my mind.  Like a revelatory spiritual awakening, I was suddenly brought into the knowing, brought into the light, brought into the comfort of a special presence that transcends all other knowing.

In a flash flood of new-found consciousness I realized my blunder.  Throughout my travels searching for the Wizard of OS, I had actually already encountered many times the person for whom I searched.  Blinded as a victim of my own expectations, I was unable to recognize whom it was I had sought, all along.  It was FREAKY TROLL for whom I searched!

Once I realized this, I went into a state of shock, and then a state of denial.  “How can this be?” I asked myself.

I approached Freaky Troll and spoke to her saying, “Okay, okay, you win. I'm a fan. You are awesome. Where is the altar, where is the pulpit, where is the congregation (Oh, yeah, it's here in the land of OS.)?  What is thy bidding? How can I serve thee?”

The Troll of OS bid me, “Speak of me (use pictures) and cake often my son.  And comb up your hair a little.”

Since that revelation occurred my life is possessed of a newfound comfort, contentment, bliss, delight, amusement, satisfaction, and wonder.  If anyone else in the land of OS is feeling lost, uncertain, or needs a little boost, seek out the Freaky Troll of OS.  Don’t resist her, just let her in and enjoy her presence in your life.