Can you feel the tipping of the goblet to one side, before it get refilled? It’s like a word that cannot be defined definitively, raking the leaves just after the storm has broken. Warm and damp or cold and dry, do I have to choose? The cup will decide, and it will decide for everyone. It beats throwing dice or tossing chicken bones to decide the future. Because the future is decision, not a probability. Statistics classes have no insight to share on this count. Bayes aside.
With too much light, there is darkness and with too much darkness, there is sight. A string of analogies is worth more than a string of diamonds, but both are equally dangerous: take them seriously and you will have yourself a life lost. This is the problem with valuation: it is a metaphor worshipped for supposedly reasonable reasons at the expense of everything else. Its cost imbues meaning while its tax takes away agency, while agency lies on the side of cliff clinging to its parachute.
Perfect language is inscribed on surfaces that will disappear in any condition. Climate controlled libraries cannot stop these collections of words from falling away. Preservation may happen, but it will not work. These subjects are objects, but only in the eyes of the beholders at the right time. And the right time has passed, so the object has dissolved in the subject water, never to be reconstituted. That’s the law of dissolution: things fall apart and stay apart.
The use of the I is a controversial thing. The italics share a skepticism with the controversy-makers, but I am still here to make more of it. You feels instructive, commanding, which of course is sometimes enjoyable, while one rakes the ears with its pomp. Humans are a subject too wide, almost an object in its own plural right. So who to write about? No one, everyone. There’s a title of a confusing book that almost got that right, but it was a little too autobiographical.
Roman Ryan 