In the Wabe

How do we help those who do not choose to acknowledge the reality exposed by reason?

Reason focuses our collective hum into a song.

Only weeds are harvested from neglected gardens.

An award does not make one right.

Discarded crust is not a shared resource.

Bait determines the catch.

Eating shit is made easy by disguise.

To have the a case of the Plimptons is much like having the flu, but instead of feeling compelled to vomit, one feels he must put himself into unusual situations and document them with the intent that he’ll one day transform the notes into a great work of narrative.

Upon walking through a park and observing a sculpture formed by great skill, it does not diminish the artistry to see the work is covered in pigeon shit.

You may place an eagle in the chicken coop, but that does not make it an eagle’s nest, nor do the chickens become eagles.