| Saturday, April 30, 2005 |
| What is that? |
I am not yet prepared to look at the rug. There seems to be no simpler, and
elegant way to put it…it seems that really is the essence of it, and if I were not
sitting in front of the huge imposing keyboard, these would still be the very same
facts. It could be argued that there are but finite ways for me to interpret these
facts, and that I am somehow corralled into a particular line of reasoning vis a
vis—the truth.
If I may take this opportunity to stand up, clearing my throat, and say:
“I have never let a lack of corroborating evidence, or even glaring admissions of
contrary positions delimit either the scope or fervency with which I defend my
own course.”
Thank you for that opportunity.
Now, back to the rug, and it’s seeming unimportance in the status quo where
you are. This seems like the perfect back drop on which to discuss the
relationship of trade unions on the overall feminist world view, or any number of
other seemingly very important conversations, all of which deny the important
truth:
This really is a fine rug, which I am not quite prepared to look at again, just yet.
It is not only possible, I am realizing, but likely that I am wasting my life.
I will shake my head, but why?
Is it better to live my life as a crackpot, and be discounted, or to front for ideas,
which I do not believe, only to hold my head in my hands to find that I could have
been working for something that is real.
elegant way to put it…it seems that really is the essence of it, and if I were not
sitting in front of the huge imposing keyboard, these would still be the very same
facts. It could be argued that there are but finite ways for me to interpret these
facts, and that I am somehow corralled into a particular line of reasoning vis a
vis—the truth.
If I may take this opportunity to stand up, clearing my throat, and say:
“I have never let a lack of corroborating evidence, or even glaring admissions of
contrary positions delimit either the scope or fervency with which I defend my
own course.”
Thank you for that opportunity.
Now, back to the rug, and it’s seeming unimportance in the status quo where
you are. This seems like the perfect back drop on which to discuss the
relationship of trade unions on the overall feminist world view, or any number of
other seemingly very important conversations, all of which deny the important
truth:
This really is a fine rug, which I am not quite prepared to look at again, just yet.
It is not only possible, I am realizing, but likely that I am wasting my life.
I will shake my head, but why?
Is it better to live my life as a crackpot, and be discounted, or to front for ideas,
which I do not believe, only to hold my head in my hands to find that I could have
been working for something that is real.