Monday, July 27, 2020

Self knowledge

If knowledge can be obtained (an unprovable metaphysical assumption, and one that I hold) then whether through the senses, intuition, or reasoning, all knowledge must come through our personal experience of ourselves—meaning— the very first thing we must know, through which all other things may be known, is the existence of our mental, spiritual selves. Even knowledge of our bodies is secondary to that.

The typical modern, materialist, faithful believer in scientism, holds these same natural assumptions despite it's seeming conflict with their conclusion that our consciousness is merely a byproduct of stuff-doing-things. They believe that through their personal experience they have interacted with a material world, and thus have come to discover that their self-awareness is merely derived from that which they observe. It's difficult for me to articulate this type of backwards thinking (despite having once held this belief), because it is psychotic, absurd and cannot hold up to an ounce of scrutiny. Only Satan could be the author of such evil nonsense.

Friday, July 17, 2020

Seesaw Sonnet

The greatest work of wonder found in parks
That moves the children greatly, up and down
Where smiling kids bare teeth like great white sharks
The seesaw! Where much laughter is abound

Except when those great sharks do find their prey
And leap off when their victims near the sky
So cruelly just for laughs they do betray
And watch their victim plummet—horrified

And to the fallen child, a lesson learned
The bruises and the bumps do then reveal
That just as trust is something to be earned
Betrayal leaves it's mark like sharpened steel

But when you find that one you know is true
The seesaw brings great joy to them and you!



What a marvelously simple social teaching tool! So much fun when you were with someone you knew you could trust. Yet all of it's great social benefits have been removed from parks because, presumably, bumps and bruises are worse for children than anti-social behavior. I expect the seesaws in heaven will be 10 times bigger with trustworthiness aplenty.

Stray

 The writer was enjoying a nice stroll when he spotted the story on the side of the road. Cute little thing, he thought. Looks hungry too. H...