Space junk, stray bullets, and projected psychoses, what goes up must come down. That's not the sky falling, but it might as well be.
Newton’s 3rd Law of Feral Munitions
Dog God (Je$u$ on Paper Part II)
Presently, the value of any type of currency is based on faith.
Octothorpe Oblivion
#Oblivion We are not doomed to repeat the past; we choose to. The defining similarity in all of humanity is the belief that we are all so very different that we could never truly coexist. It is the most defiling of self-fulfilling prophecies.
There is no point in distinguishing lies from the truth once it is all confined to perception. Minds made up to believe or reject without regard for evidence cannot be persuaded by even their own personal witness. Accept what we prefer, reject all else, this is the motto of our time as it was in so many eras before. Even in obvious repetition, we lack the wherewithal to see that every time a group of intrinsically fallible humans decide their way must be the only way at any cost, the cost is always greater than that which we can stomach, and no way is ever found to be universally correct for any amount of time. And so, we allow ourselves to break it all down again to give us something to do in building it back up, and so on and so forth, until there’s nothing left which can be rebuilt.
Know Fear
Be afraid. Be a very reasonable amount of afraid.
Death on Vinyl
I’m still waiting. What will our legacy be? A friend of mine posted something on social media that reminded me of this post. It seems as a relevant thing as ever to continue to consider. The things we prioritize have no intrinsic value. If it continues, all we will leave behind is the wreckage of selfishness and possibly still not enough cash in a 401K to cover the monetary debt of our choices, but definitely not enough to pay the debt of conscience that the future will be forced to feel because of those same choices. If the soul is a reality, we’ll be leaving ours here with our counterfeit morality.
I’m waiting for that record scratch moment when something so insane and horrible happens that the whole country stops and goes “OK, wait, this is not cool!” and we can all agree on a more reasonable compromise for the better.
It may be too late. We may be past our ability to be affected as a race. You cannot change the world with words that the masses refuse to hear or believe based on antiquated traditions. We pan the solutions and stagnate progress for fear of being obsolete, unnecessary, unneeded, unwanted. We are ironically obsessed with our legacy while, at the same time, we build one we will surely be ashamed of whether or not we will ever have the courage to admit it.
Joseph D. Newcomer 