Just A Ramble

There’s a lot of foolishness afoot. As has always been. Thought it seems perhaps these days that there is more.

Everybody is simultaneously telling you to hustle and to know your place.

They’re telling you to be carefree and sexy but also traditional.

We must fight for what’s right but also be a peacenik.

We live in a deeply schizophrenic society.

And they wonder why mental illness is on the rise.

They implicate social media.

But have just barely figured out an operational definition of mental illness.

Think about the abstraction of a mental illness.

How is it distinct from the physiological?

These are fundamental questions barely answered by our most stellar thinkers.

And yet we’re implicating social media in the diagnosis?

Towards such a point that we ban Tik Tok?

What if it’s actually more of a litmus test?

Simply something that reveals a much deeper problem.

There’s always been a lot of genuflecting before the ‘greatest generation.’

Boy howdy they sure had moxy!

Yeah…and two back to back world wars as well as the birth of Communism, Fascism, and Nazism.

Then there was Vietnam.

Then there was Charlie Rose with McNamara saying the domino theory of war of American Weltenschaunskreig doesn’t work.

Then there was Iraq. Twice.

We were in Afghanistan for twenty years.

All of this and the alienation it fosters was well before the ascendency of Facebook circa 2006.

So the rise of mental illness may not be a rise at all.

It might just be something that’s been glaringly apparent since the dawn of time.

It just took some silly dances and whacky identity politics to unearth.

Thanks to social media.

A reflection of society.


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Metaphysics is not Science


There’s a new Simon Says game in town and it’s called: Science Says. As lovely as the method called Science is, it nontheless remains mute. Science can say nothing at all. Which is an attractive quality when one considers how many daft things Simon says.

This ventroliquism with the Science puppet is in vogue not only among snarky laypeople but also in some fairly educated folk as well. It stems from a misunderstanding of science’s problem domain by turning her into the philosophical pursuit called Metaphysics.

And…then taking metaphysics and replacing it with bold assertions that would make a clergyman blush.


The Psychology Today Article

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/finding-purpose/201811/can-life-have-meaning-in-random-universe


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Typical (Poem)

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Opened a book today

A million men died in its pages

A million widows wept, what can I say
A typical account of typical ages

A great river had promise

To make the land rich

They must never miss

The chance to satisfy that itch

Utility’s king

Futility’s felt without building a thing

So goes the ring, so goes the ring

The round circle tight as a noose

Choking the poets

Squeezing the juice

Potential is drained

Yeah you know it’s
The way it’s explained

Very matter of fact

That we must sacrifice

With a haste without tact

For we need things nice

Yet do we really know

What’s nice and what’s ill

What poets, muses, and sages

Are lost in the men that we kill

For the promise of better just slightly
The thing haunts me nightly

So my lamp burns more brightly
Till I see this dross is all gone

Life is a thing both febrile and strong

Both sacred and wrong

So I guard that flame

Doubly sure to maintain the song

For many have died and many are lame

While I have vigor
I’ll recall their name