Wee Wisdom (47)

aphorisms and short reflections

mouth agape 
confessing my love 
in greek




it dusked on me




it’s quite timely that christian nationalism is being discussed because neither christianity nor nations exist anymore.




suspension of disbelief is especially strong in nonfiction because people don’t even know they are doing it.




here is an actual unpopular opinion: Mozart is very overrated. the whole classical period is very weak and boring. too simple and straight, no mystery. which is why Beethoven is underrated. he ended that boring stuff with a bang. and it goes well beyond music too. the whole enlightenment period was a bore. thank god for the romantics.





when i pivoted to fiction, i lost ninety percent of "engagement" and the odd nonfiction still gets much more traction, even though it's careless and unpolished. yet i get it because i never imagined there would be good fiction being written now until i did it myself. then i reasoned i couldn’t be the only one, and indeed i’m not. it’s also a question of investment. fiction demands more of people, intellectually and emotionally and spiritually. even a short story does, and how much more so a novel. lastly, it's also a question of the specific audience. this part of the internet (philosophy/metaphysics people) is very much convinced, ideologically, that there is nothing new to say, no new stories to tell, there is only commentary. and it's very difficult to change this mentality.





the word intelligence literally means ‘choosing between’. whatever applies to all is not intelligible. and any universal doctrine is thus insulting to and dismissive of intellect.




they tear down every wall in case the writing was on one of them




every major news event and the reactions to it now reminds me of that 30 Rock episode where they tape a full show about a disaster that hasn’t happened yet just so they can air it as soon as something happens, regardless of what it is.





politics was always a bit of a soap opera, and psyops have always been part of it too. but now we have achieved a sort of perfect synthesis. i am calling it: psyopera




why are people blind
no matter what they see.
because they want to be




traditionalism was always a dead end, but now it’s also a dead means.
 



individualism is actually rare




secularism, sure, but from which saeculum





the reason i speak against traditionalism so often and so forcefully is because the people who are capable of falling for it are meant to be futurists, and traditionalism is what holds them back from accomplishing the things they need to accomplish. imagine if someone had convinced Jesus to be a good boy and just be a rabbi. the flipside, of course, is that this is how you sift for the elect.




one thing you don’t know about me is that i am a matchmaker. there are esoteric and exoteric reasons for this, but it’s always been the case. i love seeing men and women get together. unfortunately i have never been successful in the long term, but it wasn’t my fault. i would love to marry couples. i feel like it’s one of those things i was born for. i would always say at the end: you are now husband and wife, one flesh, and no death can part you.




it makes etymosophical sense that all these new-new age people are attracted to the word fractal like moths to the light, since it actually means broken (you can see it in other words, like fracture, or fragment). ‘reality is fractured’ just doesn’t have that aura of farty wisdom to it. though, when they turn social commentators they probably say it. i wonder if one of those guys ever did a crossover and said something like ‘reality is fractured, and we need to get it back to being fractal’. probably felt very smart. another one they use often is fragmentation, which is also from the same root. yet of course, when they say reality is fragmented, it’s bad, when they say it’s fractal, it’s good. very funny.




not a single person who called himself a free thinker was ever one. same with skeptic. and christian. and pagan. anything really.




relevance means ‘to lift up again’ (new levity, so to speak). so in fact if what you say is very serious and does not get a rise out of people, it’s actually not relevant. the connection between reality and words is funny like that. it’s almost like everything was made by and through the Word.




since my first smart phone in 2016, i always cover the selfie cam. the poor spies don’t deserve the indignity of seeing my face. no matter how evil they are, i wouldn’t make them suffer the horror. love your enemies and such.



my artistic, sensitive side comes from my dad and my sly, provocative side comes from my mom. although the gift for music comes from my mom. and both have above average verbal intelligence. it’s actually very hard to disentangle it all. my dad had a good sense of humor but was not a joker like i am. but my mom kind of is. both quick witted too, and extreme contrarians. i never had a chance of being normal.



i only started to smoke at seventeen. but long before that many told me over the years i had a smokers’ aura. you cannot fight fate.



you will never be happy in any world if you don’t accept the night, the dark, its creatures and its purposes, because every world needs it to exist. with only light, there is no world.



i am always on the side of nature. the side of man really depends. it’s because nature knows it’s place. men, again, depends. and it’s funny because many claim to know the creator, but understand nothing of the majority of its creatures. they don’t even understand the most basic workings of nature.



no matter how careful 
my steps scatter
a thousand sparrows



Nature is a shorthand for ten thousand different things. but it makes a lot more sense, is way more coherent and way less reductive, than the shorthand Man. God is also a shorthand. for me, it includes at least four people.




do you wash your hands before or after doing pilates




posthumous is such a perfect word. especially the added h, which was not original. they knew what they were doing. this is a proper evolution, unlike most cases people  call such.





when i was twelve i lost interest in sports and in videogames. i was interested in music, and girls. as a result, i didn’t have real friends. when i finally made some, around sixteen, it was around a shared interest in music and girls, and they were a couple years older. my guitar and my libido saved me from being a gamer or a jock. it’s strange but even a couple years was already a different generation. my friends definitely felt ‘nineties’, whereas people my age were definitely not. but i was. my wife was too, despite being three years younger. we saw this in each other.




i look at the sky and understand nothing. day or night i love its beauty, but none of its secrets are revealed to me. but when i put my hands in the earth, when i handle roots, when i sow seeds or plant seedlings or harvest fruits, i understand many things. i am reassured and try to remember that as above so below, on earth as it is in heaven, the invisible things are clearly seen in the things that are visible.




the Earth is older than Man. thus it knows things we do not. our stewardship is not for the earth’s benefit alone. it is for our learning.




a device that lets you breathe underwater like fish would actually be cool and useful. but they don’t want us to know the mysteries of the depths.





by far the hardest thing to talk about is nature. it uses a different language, quite unlike any of ours. but i’m grateful that i was able to learn a bit of it, enough to get a glimpse and a starting point. Fukuoka got closer than anyone else i know. very rare to be able to see what he saw and put it into words. i wish i could do it. but at least i see it.




if we’re all going to make it, it’s going to be poorly made



God joined me alone and left me together



if you have nothing to say please don’t say something nice



the larger the group, the fewer individuals. a family has many. a town has some. a nation, a few. humanity, none.



God creates man, immediately puts him to work, but then repents and gives him a woman. naked, too. i love God.



modern scientists are by definition metaphysically blind and so anything they say means nothing. whether it confirms or denies my beliefs is irrelevant because it’s founded on false premises. thus it disgusts me when i see people who should know better excited when scientists happen to say something that confirms some religious conclusion for example. their worldview is built on sand if they want agreement from scientists.



if i had a high opinion of humanity or of myself i would be depressed. remembering how stupid everyone is, including me, stops those feelings immediately. that, and looking at greenery.



the sweet spot is the almost convert. the one fired up by nothing but the first mystical glimpse, not yet in abject and neutered submission to some officialdom. the only ones worth listening to. once they sign the papers, it’s all over. so many notorious examples of this process now. it’s very sad. i’ve literally seen dozens of people at this point who had the fire of heaven in their eyes turn into the most boring zombie follow the tradition people in the span of a few months. this is not diabolic possession, it’s diabolic evacuation of all life from a soul. after that, all they can do is mumble repeatedly: ‘the church fathers tell us, the church fathers tell us’.




please do not mistake my individualism for open mindedness. just because i shun officialdoms does not mean i don’t believe in eternal laws, hierarchies, right and wrong and good and evil. if anything, the first thing follows from the second. we are by far the most persecuted minority.




the marriage bed
of seed and rain
a garden bed





scientists got the name Big Bang right. but obviously they don’t understand it. ancient religion (mormonism) however knows it is exactly what it sounds like.




since laeth means milk, when people don’t like me they’re being lactose intolerant




revising my revisionist revisionism





yesterday we watched a movie from 96. it had a coherent plot, characters with realistic motivations and proper moral choices to make, adequate pacing where each beat of the story leads logically to the next. nothing flashy. just a well told story. there were thousands of these in the nineties and now if there is one, i am yet to find it. Extreme Measures, is the name. and yes, all this even though it had Sarah Jessica Parker in it. incredible, i know.




after the storm
the air still wet
baby snails




entry for geomancy on my etymology dictionary says it’s divination by handling soil. TIL i’m a geomancer.




headlines in the sand
soundbites the dust
broadcast into the fire




i don’t have any expertise beyond being an expert tease