(Another notebook dump where the yammers have gathered like little critters nesting in the walls.)
They didn’t drain the swamp, they drained
the brains. Are the valves not properly labeled?
The day will come to grind it
And tomorrow comes behind it
Too bad you can’t unwind it
Take comfort where you find it
I think people who identify as skeptics are overreacting to the error of blind faith, which they rightly fear when they see it take hold of others. They overcompensate in their belief that blind faith is the only kind there is. But evidence is accepted on a reasoned faith—that subtle errors or deliberate deceptions have not slipped into the conclusion at hand. In the end: a little leap of faith, because facts are endless and it is literally impossible to consider each and every one. Reason cannot function without both faith and skepticism.
Faith on its own will likely run rampant without the skeptic to keep it in check. Skepticism on its own is just a brute prejudice, slamming doors shut for whatever notion it latches onto as valid, not at all unlike blind faith.
The third leg of reason’s little stool is called curiosity, or wonder.
They dismiss the supposedly irrigorous logic as magical thinking, as if the intellect was the retainer and not the retained. As if thinking itself is not magic!
They say you should choose your fights but I never find any I like.
How many nihilists does it take to not be?
A nihilist is an eternalist who has resolved the first of the two errors.
A nihilist walks into a bardo…
We working class white people who do not think ourselves the powerful oppressors of others should still contemplate the level of privilege upon which we operate: I can drive to the store and never have to think about being pulled over, arrested, or even shot, after having been seen doing nothing more than driving down the street.
When it comes to the sun I try not to look at the bright side.
If you’re somebody, you better watch what you say.
If you’re nobody, it’s better to keep it that way.
Worry is an outlier indulgence, mentally going to the place you are afraid you’ll end up, while the remedies to impending troubles are left neglected, undone.
The knees, they do a thankless job
Midway twixt the heel and hip
Protruding like a misplaced knob
To cap the pavement when you trip
Sometimes I stick my head in an empty 50 gallon drum and speak loudly the things that might otherwise go here.
Not being nothing, space fulfills form. Not being something, form fulfills space. Not two, yet not not-two. Not something, not nothing.
I’m not a pull-string
talking doll, y’all, but
sometimes the things
I say: no way.
The phrase automatic
on instant recall, someone
come finish this for me
A lot of people take things for granted, but in stores they call that shoplifting.
I wonder what would happen if they pressed all my buttons at once and I collapsed without recourse into a short-circuited heap of malfunctioning habitual responses.
Knee-deep in needy
wit’ a dolly made a hay
all she wanna do be holler
golly all a day.
(to be accompanied by banjo and Jew’s harp)