The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.
– David Foster Wallace
I want to talk to you. Give me five minutes. No begging or ranting…just friend to friend. Like most amateurs, I have a crap microphone so even if you aren’t interested in what I have to say, this is a chance to hear me breathe loudly a bunch of times.
Optimism and Pessimism are both self-fulfilling prophecies.
Trapped, tangled, derailed, rudderless, coasting, uncertain, frustrated. Dramatic hearts, grace, vanishing points and imagined perspectives, night blooms, faded colors, seasons, months, days, heartbeats.
Foreground and background mutually define each other.
‘In the landscape of spring, there is neither better nor worse. The flowering branches grow naturally long or short’.
More boys than girls are born in the wake of war. Statistically beyond doubt, everywhere, and consistently. If you shoulder this question like it’s yours to answer it squeezes your think-bone till it taps out. Either there is:
- Individually something in the nervous system of men and women, or at least of women that turns direct observation of their society at war into a temporary preference for boys.
- or –
- Some sort of “Community Organism” feedback system sending that message as instructions that are followed.