Wee Wisdom (29)

aphorisms and short reflections

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farmers' markets against merchants' farms



i don't know what i'm doing until i've done it




Orwell really was wrong about everything. but especially that if there's hope it's in the proles. it's anywhere but in them.



an antichrist law is one that on the surface is meant to protect something good, beautiful and true, but in practice only serves to destroy it. many such cases. so many. and most people don't get it at all. 



diabolic possession doesn't happen as it used to. as humanity changed, and the earth with it, devils had to find new ways. some are deeper than the old ways. impossible to reverse. no exorcism. not even death fully cures it.




it's a blessing and a curse, like anything else



i hate the heat because i'm cool



land of the tree, home of the grave



i'm half joking most of the time, and mostly joking half the time



i more or less despise the guy who coined it (there's only so much evolutionary nonsense i can take), but spiteful mutants is spot on



i've been obssessed with death ever since i understood what it was. life, on the other hand, was an acquired taste.



it might often seem that i have no respect for tradition. it's an understandable mistake, but it's just not true. i respect tradition, just not traditionalists. ~ every good guy in the  new testament



anyone who says they are unapologetically something is already apologizing.



potato plants i find randomly growing yield a bunch, potato plants i intentionally care for and mulch and water yield almost nothing. lesson in there.



if saint Paul had been driving, the road to damascus story would have ended very badly



i hate driving but i like shifting gears (american mind can't comprehend), the physicality of it, the limb coordination. it's like playing an instrument. the part i hate is really going places too fast. and anything other than walking is too fast for me. the exception is sprinting up a hill. that i like. but it's because once i get up there i'm forced to stop, to catch my breath and look around. the timing, then, ends up being the same. if i drive even ten minutes i get jet lag. well i guess it's car lag. but anyway. of course the longer and faster the travel, the more intense the lag. this is why i was never very excited by teleportation. i think it's because my spirit must travel at a reasonable, human pace, otherwise it gets discombobulated. it gets left behind when the body travels faster than that.




being against air conditioning (it should be called 'spirit conditioning' for a more immediate understanding of the dangers), taught me that water is needed to refresh. spirit alone will not do it, and may even be worse. seems very obvious, but i only really understand it now that i've experienced it in the flesh. machines take you away from nature and tend to prevent a true understanding of how creation works.




as i see it, a superpower does not erase the laws of nature. if i am invisible, i can still be hit by a car. if i teleport, i will not escape jet lag. if i can read minds, i will still go insane. etc. Jesus' feet got wet as he walked on water.



peripheral weapons are more dangerous and destructive than nuclear ones



my wife says people will accuse me of stealing from Jane Austen some romantic dialogues but i never read her



it's so diabolically hot that i can't even summon the strength to complain about the heat as much as is fair and proper for any civilized gentleman



father in law, who has an actual garden, used to spend hours playing farmville



one of man's simplest yet deepest pleasures is opening jars for his woman



the name quincy makes me think of marmalade.



it's an error to call them materialists when they have no idea what matter is




the goal is to kill everyone but the deserving. we are dealing with supernatural evil after all.



great minds think nothing alike. each one is unique. it's the small minds who all think in the exact same way.



i dreamt i was swimming in a very fast moving river, but as i didn't strive against it, the river didn't take me. it was just chill, and the water moving around me relaxing.



corporate trainings are a prime example of what has come to be known as a humiliation ritual



i was raised by the internet. you were lowered by it. we are not the same.



one thing i hate about most movies, even ones done thirty years ago, is the discrepancy in sound between quiet and loud scenes. unbelievably annoying. only the greats mix their movies well but it shouldn't be that hard to get right.




take anything i say during the hot months with massive grains of salt. even more than normal. my brain just doesn't do well in the heat.



i would be lying if i said nothing