I got a call this morning, kind of early, from friend in Utah. Amazingly, my caller seemed quite manic, animated. Among the topics, they were talking about official advice from the city government, to not place the mouth in the contact with a partner's anus.
I was thinking, then. "So that's what they do when they aren't either cooking pizza, eating pizza, robbing each other, or talking on television." I felt as if I had seen how the other half lives, which was, to an extent, illuminating, while also being rather dismal in its context, with the government having to intervene, however gently, to discourage anal "rim jobs".
Friend, how you can be so lively, and that early in the morning?
Oh how we learn and grow.
We learn to walk bolder and bolder,
while still protecting our little toes.
"Vanity of vanity" saith the Preacher. "All is irony."
You would think that would foster a world of transient, shifting truths, but the contrary is more true, that the whole framework depends on stable truths, and without those solid foundations of our ontology, there could be no necessary comparison between the formal and the ironic concepts.
Another, a kind of prophet advised us: "jump in the pit and love some one." And then he began speaking in tongues, which as the good book notes, does not edify without an interpreter.
I visited "Writeyourownepitaph.com" and came up with some paraphrased words based on work of the poet Edgar Lee Masters.
"Pretentiously, they would inscribe here
'here lies a man'
but I, the subject, would elaborate
that 'here lies a man,
his nature so mixed in him
that he even fought a war against life
after which wary nature would stand assured,
that this was a man."
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