Truth

It is useful to think of truth as a flickering flame: not because it is a source of light, but because it is inconstant.  Truth ebbs and flows.  Truths compete with truths in swirling patterns that grow and diminish, and that form complex beautiful patterns seen only by a few, and most not seen at all.

I was going to expand on that, but will leave it at that.  Instead I will write a bad poem:

Truth forms sludge on clocks
And wipes away vapors kiss
Light, light: again today.

Edit: that is what I propose we call Haikuu, which is where you get a Mulligan syllable.  “I believe I shall have another.”

I know, I know, this is serious shit, no joking around, fucking TRUTH, man, with a capital T.  Ah, but we also have T, T, T, T, T,  then a whole bunch you can’t see since you aren’t initiated.  Get on my website for the whole course.  This week only you get a 40% discount if you pay in advance.

I wrote somewhere that the tragedy of self importance is you stop playing.  You can’t be fully spontaneous when you are afraid of being ridiculous.  Stupidity, you see, is intelligence, except when it isn’t.  I will of course be the judge of that.

And that is ALL I have to say about that.