“..Truly created beings are meanings set up in images.
All who grasp this are among the people of discernment..”
Ibn Habib: al-Maghribi. Gnostics see from the heart, which is the intellect’s seat.
‘ahlil ‘ibar – people of discernment, people of discrimination.
“..Smash the control images. Smash the control machine…”
William S. Burroughs: Gentleman Junkie? Slacker? Poet? Insane and gibbering broken shell who shot his wife in the head while drunk somewhere south of the border? A bit of all, or a bit of none.
William Manchester: fueled by yogurt and brief naps, withstood 50 hour writing sessions, but yet succumbed to grief stricken inability to concentrate on even a simple Television Program.
“What a Mensch !”
Men don’t really seem to exist, ’round these parts, anymore.
We’ve sort of been killed off. So me, myself, I’m going on vacation.
Prince of those with faith, Ali Abu Talib’s son
Once observed, something obvious to one,
“Every time I argue with a fool, I lose..”
Credibility, a precious gem, given rarely. If you lose it,
that which is not given lightly, it is gone forever, when lost.
Hard Corps, is not spelt hardcore. Civitas Dei, is lost.
Commonwealth? A fraud. Lionel Curtis? Mendacious twit.
There is no commonwealth, only empire. Your perceptions otherwise
are an administrative error. Ask Harry Buttle.
Empire: it requires self-medication. Try consciously living in it.
Addiction? Is a symptom, for our lusts but mask our pains. What I seek and gain from arms soft and perfumed, and lips moist, is but a simple numbing.
But this is need, and need be weakness. But how I enjoy such weaknesses..
Be those dammed? Who fail to heed their intellect?
I do not know, fa la yaqiluun. Fa ‘ayna tadhhabun…
I just realized, with a shudder, how corrupt my soul and mind..
Bodies: pickled in plastic resin, art fit for slaves detestable.
Who fail to realize, the bodies seen, hanging in museums,
were once loving, fearing, curious beings, with life in veins,
they loved, they hated, they feared. Courageous, were some. The stains
of a humanity, too debauched to see their ends,
entombed in resin, on display, to gawking rubes,
too stupid or heedless to see, those bodies were once, you and me.
Gawking gimps staring at pickled bodies on skateboards, this is art indeed.
For people with weak minds, and no discernment or creed,
worthy of respect.
Fundamental to human psychology, is a dissonance.
A failure to realize, we are each other’s reflection,
so when we murder others, by means direct, or indirect,
we actually murder our selves. Everyone who has killed,
or who has witnessed death
has some inkling of this intuition
though they deny, though we deny.
So to vote for one man’s accidental murder, is to slay him yourself.
So to knowingly elect a criminal, is to participate in crime yourself
So partisans pigeonhole reality, or at least tend to.
They should bend over and kiss their pigeonholes.
For this will, at least, keep them occupied, while the rest of us persist
To remove God from the world, is to place a hole, a hole in reality itself.
Most Christians and most atheists alike, are united on one affair
Single affair – they know not what, or who, God is
and they know not what, or to whom, reality points.
Nota beni: exceptions exist. Generalities can be useful at times.
No offense: I like Christians, they have soft hearts, and are often full
of love. Many, anyway.
Atheists, I like some. By in large, they have sharp minds.
In analytics, they tend to excel. Christians, they tend to be intuitive, in a fuzzy warm, Oprah like way.
Caveat lector: There are, of course, exceptions.
The heart without the mind, is useless.
The mind without the heart, is useless.
Both are blind, by themselves.
No man chooses an ideology out of sincere conviction by reason,
there is always emotion, we judge the world by our pains.
Subjectivity always colors objectivity, for the finite cannot compass the infinite. Erudition gives you options, though not always sexy to the fairer sex, often.
Some facts are manifest, to those who contemplate, though you wish
to deny. I respect your wishes.
Ibn Habib, once wrote:
“..If you were to reflect on physical bodies and their marvelous forms
and how they are arranged with great precision, like a string of pearls;
And if you were to think about the mysteries of the tongue and speech with it, and how it articulates and conveys what you conceal in your breast;
And if you were to think about the secrets of all the limbs and how easily they are subject and in thrall to the heart’s command..”
And if.. and if. Reality can be observed, by those with insight and discretion. Discretion is discernment, and discrimination. To discriminate the real from the unreal, is a science known to few. Often the real causes pain, and fantasy balms. But I swear to God, the real’s delicious, water iced in crystal glass, beneath the sun’s heat. The sun punched out of the clouds, in a pale grey sky.
In a static grey sky.
Under a grey sky.
Cast not pearls before those who believe they are swine, and are unwilling to consider the manifest fact, of their humanity.
Cast not pearls before apes flinging turds, and painting their walls with the black fertile earth. Monkeys surpass men in physical strength. In main and might, a bitch chimp can pull half a ton.
A man, maybe 100 pounds. On juice, and cretine.
Exceptions exist, the lesson is, don’t piss off monkeys, they can rip your arm off
and beat your head with it, and then fuck you in the ass with it when they are done.
Then, they shall smear you with poo. Why?
Because they are monkeys. Silly. Goose.
And that’s what monkeys do. Monkeys are monkeys, white or black, some baboons look gray. Yellow or red, monkeys all. Do not feed the monkeys.
Because they can rip your arm off and sodomize you with it. Simple lesson.
Have you ever observed that monkeys in cages behave in most eccentric ways. Surpassing the strangeness of monkeys in the wilderness?
What we call civilization, is a cage. It has some uses, I’ma utilitarian.
But call it what it is. Mendacity annoys me. Perfidy annoys me. And now I’m off, to flirt with the Barrista.
“The perceptive man is he who knows about himself,
for in self-knowledge and insight lays knowledge of the holiest.”
Khushal Khan Khattak:knew a thing or two…