I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.

~ Douglas Adams

And so, here I am.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Be ashamed...

Stare quietly into the sun,
Or loudly.
It matters not a whit how you became blind.
Hide behind whatever it is that makes you feel better
but when called out
don't pretend,
don't act outraged
for being called sightless, thoughtless.
Know what it is you are.
You chose this darkness over the light.
You don't get to divorce yourself
from inconvenient faults
or pick you own truths from the rabble,
to parse the darkness into pieces
as if splintering it creates light.
You stared into the sun
and it hurt not you... and you knew this.
You know this.
You did not care and you did not think and you did not reason
because you were blind before you ever stared into the sun.
You could not do those things before you were blind,
you cannot suddenly do them now.
So don't for a moment try to tell us
there is light in the darkness,
because you never could see at all.
And you do not care,
Don't tell us your are righteous and proud for being righteous
when you have lied all along and still cannot deem to tell.
Don't you dare think to tell me I am angry
to try to make me feel less than,
when I am passionate and take a stand.
You do not get to claim a moral high road.
You do not get to claim to be good
to have integrity and character
for choosing to be blind
for choosing to be ignorant
for choosing to stand with those who hate
as if none of that matters
and besides that,
claim to be loving and compassionate
because only the blind
stupid enough to look into the sun
can see.
We see.
I see.
We see you are blind.
We see that you are blind because you are stupid enough
to stare into the sun
and think it didn't matter,
that you chose us over we.
You should be ashamed
but are too blind
to see.
You should be ashamed
for you are not me.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Fear of falling

May your house of cards remain unchallenged, lest your entire world fall apart. Those unable to challenge their beliefs claim mystery. There are no sacred ideas. One cannot argue the truth of fiction, one cannot assign arbitrary truth to mysteries. That is why you become so angry when your beliefs are challenged and lash out in offense. Linking your ideas to your ego is your fault, not mine. Your fear is that there is no truth there, not my words that challenge you. I am not responsible for the fall of your house of cards. Don't malign me for your inability to reason a better house for your fears, or for having the intellectual integrity to question your notions.