The muses’ decision to sing or not to sing is never based on the elevation of your moral purpose—they will sing or not regardless.

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Monday, October 22, 2012

A New Critique





Into the concrete! 

Enough time wasted in the noumenal.
Doubt casts souls to sea without a vessel to hide in.
Laundry must be washed, not merely "folded."

You can't learn to plow by reading a book.

My mind, distinct from an atom, enjoys a TV dinner.
Interconnected and separate, I am in this world.
I observe, apprehend, exist and sense.
I am free, while obeying laws of nature.

Calloused hands versus flighty fingertips of vapid over-analysis.

You can't blow up the world with a syllogism.

Dedication and suffering create.
Luxury and enjoyment destroy.
Latitude and longitude direct.
Flesh and bone decay.

Truth is timeless being. 

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