If you’re familiar with the show “South Park” then you recognize the title of this post as being a quote from Randy Marsh, the lovable and helpless father of Stan Marsh. Our dear antihero, Randy, is frequently confused and puzzled. He understands little of the world around him. And he usually winds up relying on son Stan to help him find his way. And when this happens, our Randy, in a high shrill voice shouts for his son. “…Stan? STAN???” And Stan appears and calms his father down, or tries. And Randy either takes comfort in his young son’s solace or he continues on his frenzied path of ignorance.
And now it is my time to call for Stan.
Stan. Stan? Where are you, Stan? There is so much I have to learn about the world. Where are you, Stan? Will you help me shine a light on my path of hidden unknown? Of secret forests made of even more secret forests? Where is my Stan in this world?
I’ll tell you where: it’s right in here. I’m pointing to my chest right now. Or actually I’m typing right now. But if I could do both, I would.
We all have to be our own Stan. We have to be our biggest Stan. Because no matter how much we call for him, Stan is not going to show up. And let’s say that Stan were to show up: he wouldn’t be able to help us. It’s our turn. We have to let our inner Stan guide us through.
Stan, she whispered. Staaaaaaaaaan…