certainties of uncertainty by chromeantennae, literature
Literature
certainties of uncertainty
"You think you're clever."
"I do, indeed."
"You're not."
"According to who, exactly?"
"Me. ME."
"And on the basis of what authority do you assert that?"
"I'm older than you. Therefore, I pull rank."
"Because that works so well on this individual who has to act like the big sister around friends who are nearly a year older than her."
"But it works so well for THIS individual who acts like the big brother to pretty much everyone."
"Nice try, I guess. You're not going to convince me, but not bad. I don't convince easily at the best of times."
"But it's totally true though!"
"Define 'true.'"
"True as in actual. Real. Factual. The proo
Most no one will even notice it by BlueSomnium, literature
Literature
Most no one will even notice it
It is starting to feel like that again
Like nothing quite feels real
And I am struggling to maintain that
The things under fingers tips that feel
Like solid things make sense
But certainties feel like they are cascading
Into the opposite direction
Away from where my feet are landing;
I was always so imaginative
Never quite tethered to the ground
It feels like the weight is fading
Ounce by ounce and pound by pound
The lack of sleep is coming back
Not sleeping enough was always a fear
Because sleep always grounded me
Always made things around me feel more near
I feel sleepless now
Me without sleep is kind of frightening
It all starts to ble
Incertezze Recondite / Uncertainties Recondite by Drakei, literature
Literature
Incertezze Recondite / Uncertainties Recondite
Non c'è mai un assoluta certezza,
che sia in un accenno o in una scelta consigliata,
poichè gli istinti ci difendono da qualsiasi cosa possa nuocerci,
anche se si tratta di scelte che potrebbero farci del bene ...
— D.d.D.
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There is never absolute certainty,
that in a hint or a recommended choice,
because the instincts defend us from anything that may harm us,
even if these are choices that could do us good ....
— D.d.D.
logic is a sadist, and we submit to it by chromeantennae, literature
Literature
logic is a sadist, and we submit to it
perhaps knowledge
is worth all the little paper cuts--
i'm not sure yet.
but even if it is
worth all the blood shed
in its name,
will i survive
the bleeding out?
then the decision
that must be made;
is if this is a cause
worth dying for.
and yet, what if
this cause
is one of the few
worth living for?
these hypotheticals,
simply more examples
ad nauseum
of the down
and roundabout
intellectual masochism
we subject ourselves to
until all that is left is madness.
madness,
and epicycles of
sanity,
or should that be
the ever circling
tricks of
logic and reasoning -
no, that's enough,
i'd rather not see
the bottom of this
rotten barrel,
n