What don't
we know?
When don't we know it?
When don't we know it?
Everything?
All of the time?
All of the time?
That is why we love our illogical
conclusion there is something divine
in our existence which, with persistence,
we may one day discover.
Although our endeavors, such as they are,
would not, in fact, impress your mother.
would not, in fact, impress your mother.
Our science, our art, our technology?
Alchemy, daubs and tautology.
Our long-term prospects remain as dire
as they were the day we hit upon fire.
Our “best-before” is about to expire.
We're spiraling downward into the gyre,
spilling from frying pan into the pyre.
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We're spiraling downward into the gyre,
spilling from frying pan into the pyre.
—————
A note to email subscribers:
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№ 690.1: EXTRA! אֶהְיֶה אֲשֶׁר אֶהְיֶה (and I don't give a damn)
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