I see the man in his suit and tie, His nose is to the ground like a bloodhound He senses the source of promises To suit and tie his appetites. He rakes up the fallen leaves of his youth Unbelievable that he would hold a rake in his hands He is searching by moving the … Continue reading Many Orphans
More or Less the Same
Finding meaning is not only helpful to the one who finds it, depending on what he finds. The grass being greener on the other side is because the one who is there takes better care of his grass. My grass seems to be not doing so well. This is likely due to the fact that … Continue reading More or Less the Same
Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
Some centuries ago, in times that have past things were the same, but not quite as fast The fruit came in season, and that was the way Unlike like the factories of today. But what do I know? I’ve only been here Since the days have become as long as the years Years go … Continue reading Eat, Drink, and Be Merry
Purpose of Writing
And what is the purpose of my writings? Do I dare contemplate? If everything was governed by my dictates, that is, if I were listened to, what would result? Why do I even think about writing in this way? As a young man I am finding within myself an unmatched desire to convey to the … Continue reading Purpose of Writing
Bozeman Economics
Living in Bozeman, MT is a conundrum. It is surrounded by beautiful landscapes but much of the natural beauty stops at the city limits, whose expansion would give Napoleon a run for his money. Bozeman is a touristy, college-y, booming town with a cultural depth of a few centimeters (unless you LOVE THE MOUNTAINS!). I … Continue reading Bozeman Economics
Two
Delicately nestled within Pressure Lord willing, never severed. Cracking! Stretching! Releasing Pain Unified to withstand strain.
Axiomatic Blindness
Deep sounds, a little like yesterday Calling, but unsure, calling far away Twins, almost, by default, by ignorance Watch closely, in time, focus begets focus Doing, Doing!, Doing Something! Where’s the connecting? Or the becoming? Oh, right here, there it is, I found it Sorry we were blind for a moment. Stationary against a gale, … Continue reading Axiomatic Blindness
Old and New Things
I’m bearing burdens that are not mine, alright? It doesn’t feel okay to be me today. Fear of loss, of losing you And afraid of the blue. Time’s not just running round and round, When will conversations that compound be found? The ache is broad, the old world is grey. The new one is rapidly … Continue reading Old and New Things
I know not what I write.
Listening all day to philosophers, or hearing their arguments is to a small extent encouraging and engaging, however, it really disheartens me. This is not their fault, it is just that I find that my GIANT and NOTEWORTHY ideas have already been discovered, and expanded upon for nearly 2000 years. Today I broke a curse. … Continue reading I know not what I write.
TO BEGIN AT THE BEGINNING
Novelty. As the pinnacle of all disciplines and modes of operation, as the most robust and elusive theoretical concept, and as the two collide in the very windshield we are looking through, novelty seems to fit in a patterned and splotchy way. Each particle and each ethereal sinew are lined and traced with the substance … Continue reading TO BEGIN AT THE BEGINNING
Paper Discourse 