Wee Wisdom (41)

aphorisms and short reflections

for a while now, and when i remember, i put all my essays' titles in parenthesis, because i consider them to be only asides to my fiction. really every idea and every value is already in the stories, and better, deeper.





by far the most common redundant expression i see is 'add additional something'. it's like people do not have eyes or ears. i wonder how they avoid dying in accidents every day.




don't misunderstand me. i'm not worried about 'AI' or people using it. i'm disgusted.




my dad always told me this: negotiation means literally 'not leisure'. how can i not hate it.




two decades ago i was obsessed with the nighthawks painting. i was fascinated by it and immersed myself in it. i even wrote a story set in it to try to understand it. today all i would need is to waste a bunch of energy and destroy the earth to do it by using a stupid machine. much better, some people think.




Abominable Insanity, AI for short





need and want. two words used almost as opposites, mean more or less the same. and if anything, the purer meanings are reversed with the modern ones. not holding my breath for this one to be rectified, of course.




mare christianity. mere christianity. mire christianity. more christianity. mure christianity.




a subscriber is one who writes below. since most people do not comment at all, then they are not real subscribers, only followers. stalkers really. learn to feel your words and your life will be easier. well maybe not easier, but more fun. well maybe not more fun, but definitely more peaceful. well maybe not more peaceful but... you know what never mind.





i don't get how 'ai' sycophants can ignore the environmental destruction required for their little diabolic toy to operate. again, the primary feeling i have about all of it is utter disgust. and the environmental angle is as important to me as the creativity one.




the horde and the machine are natural allies. they both destroy the human spirit, they both destroy the spirits of the earth. i hate them both with a passion. the passion of godly righteousness, of human dignity.




phenomenal gf, noumenal bf



Egregore Samsa




i like to encourage people but i forget some people don't like to be encouraged.





last night the boars showed up for the first time this year. there were so many. some enormous, some babies, and every size in between. and we could hear their grunts, and sometimes squeals, as they dug the earth for food. very magical to have these creatures at our door.




protect wildlife (people with a soul)



i take it too far, i give it too close




no spirit has ever worked through me. they always come to rest.




the decline of the humanities is easy to understand. fewer humans.





my wife won't let me shave my head. i think she's afraid my hair won't grow back.




i have lost the will to live. forget it, here it is.



aging like a fine wino




Kingsnorth talking to Mcgilchrist about modernity. if i had trouble falling asleep this would be just the thing.




suck me in
hear you out
see us through




one of the best things that happened as a result of switching to fiction, and there were many, was that my wife became interested in what i write, and a part of it, whereas before she was neither. and that is one of the clues for me that i'm doing what i'm supposed to. her evaluation of my nonfiction was that it was boring. and i agree with her. now she even reads the rare nonfiction. the fiction background made it not boring. incidentally, just before this, i was fixing stuff pointed out by the wife on the new book. then i went to wake her up, told her that i had finally picked up her corrections and she said she was dreaming i was doing just that...




my wife has great taste in all things except of course the one




no love without duality
no life without plurality
oneness is death




blood and bone in the game



i know english still has a long way to go incorporating latin because it feels totally normal for people to say that actors have agents. but then again, so do romance languages.



the end is near
but have no fear
the coast is clear





i hate to have to say this but while women were sold the stupidity of careers (and so were men), the reality is that women were indeed diminished beings socially (and still are in most places). of course most people can't handle freedom. but those who can should have it. is society better now? no, for a thousand other reasons. but that doesn't make it any less true. and of course it's not about pursuing a career. that's just a new form of mental slavery possibly worse than before. but it's stupid to me that we should ignore the nuances on this. a lot of people want to pretend that traditionalist societies weren't based on hard compromises that were perhaps useful when they were made, but that they fall short of the glory of individuality. especially concerning women. hashtag male feminism i guess.




i like the idea of labor day because it implies something i always felt which is that all the others are leisure days.




i smoke breakfast




i've been growing san marzano tomatoes for a few years and only now discovered who the saint in the name actually is. it's quite unimpressive. can't win them all.





if it comes for you, go for it




just learned school in america starts in august. no wonder kids aren't alright.





i might consider joining a group if the government makes it illegal




i'm not promising my book will change your life. i'm warning you.



time keeps no secrets
space holds no grudges
blood leaves no doubts




everyone is the scariest number




i'm a friend to all misunderstood critters: spiders, snakes, sharks, vultures, women, people who like pineapple on pizza, you name it.





when all is said and done, say more and do more





repetition works until it doesn't. our crisis of meaning is basically a lack of new ideas. tradition, christendom, enlightenment, modernity, democracy, etc etc. you can keep repeating all of these but they no longer mean anything.





i trust my eyes before i trust their words




waking up is eye opening




what you cannot change determines what you can




the atheists had a point that religion is often a set of therapeutic lies. of course they have their own set, but still. i don't see the point. religion ought to be about reality, not an escape from it.





i have a strange super power that i cannot really use nor talk about except with my wife. maybe i'll find a way to insert it into a novel if i disguise it enough.





i don't care about the connotations, good or bad, of using only lower case. i invented it. yes, before ee cummings, in premortal life.




i know the lower case is hard for some to read, and it doesn't help that i also dislike short paragraphs on long form stuff. but my motivations are good. i always think of having things on paper, but also want to use as much space as possible. i'm a friend of trees. and although my writing is mostly auditory, sometimes i know that a paragraph is missing something simply because it is not a wall of text on the page, so there is definitely a visual component.





quality has principles where quantity sees only ends. thus there is always hope for the few, and never for the many. quality has means that quantity cannot imagine. it really is the case that most just know they want something, but never ask themselves if they should, or even why.





only one kind of spirit, and not a good kind, will want to incarnate through artificial wombs. then again, many other cases like this too.




it is better to be cryptic because most can only misunderstand. if you can't see the rot, spelling it out is worse than useless. i learned this from Jesus. and it's a case in point because most christians don't get it at all.





all traditional religions were once true, now they are twice false.




every once in a while i'll remember something i love and that love washes over me all over again. happens with hate too, because i'm not half a man.




the only thing worse than fan fiction is fan nonfiction.



i have enemies but they don't have me



Jesus is fully man and fully God and i'm ashamed i'm only half of half. but i'm trying. i used to be less than that.




i try to give people the benefit of certainty



i have a heuristic for evaluating apocryphal gospels. if Jesus is presented as less than human i disregard them entirely. it's just crap neoplatonist fan nonfiction. actually this goes for the canonical gospels too.