“Let your Countenance be pleasant but in Serious Matters Somewhat grave.” G. Washington
First we argue, and then next pretend
we always knew the truth. Butter is
good for you. Who knows? Maybe chicken
skin, too. Or is all you really need
the broth from boiling them? Sure, let’s just
go with that. Galaxies can’t breathe, grow
like lungs that expand and shrink again,
like brains, like empires, like the earth, like
dying stars growing large as they grow
cold. If your hands are cold, you might be
anemic. Or diabetic. Or
tired. Who knows what your hands could tell you?
Palm reading makes perfect sense. Of course,
minds reveal themselves in the body,
and the body changes to reflect
the mind. It’s not like astrology,
you know. How is that supposed to work?
You need to know the mechanism
of action. Like drugs. We know how drugs
work. Well, most of them. Well, we thought so.
At least, we have evidence they work.
That proves something, right? Listen to your
body. It makes up its own laws. You
better figure them out. There is no
such thing as common sense. The waters
are rising. You might have a bit of
a fever. If Vulcan existed
it would have been hot. Sizzling. Pluto
was a planet. A planetoid. Is.
Or not. It’s a fact. Depends on how
you define planet. Words change with time.
Remember when gay meant happy? Then
it didn’t. And now it might again.
Keep asking questions. That’s what makes change.
And watch the answers. Watch what you say.
What did you say? I said, “If.” Oh. If.