If we can't recognize that none of us are pure, none of us are completely right, what hope do we have? And social media accentuates the loud and self-righteous. We all live in glass houses, yet most of us think we live in houses of stone. It's very dispiriting.
And yet we continue. What else can we do? There's a war for civilization going on. Yet what civilization do we want?
Anyway, I can do only what I can do. Which is to acknowledge that my shit stinks, like everyone else's.
I've been doing a lot of thinking today as I've mostly kept to myself, and I mourn the death of nuance. I mourn the death of recognizing that even if you're in the right, you might do wrong. I mourn the death of the recognition of human frailty.
Recognition of ambiguity is to be dismissed, if not reviled. "Screw ambiguity. Perversion and corruption masquerade as ambiguity. I donβt trust ambiguity." β John Wayne
No, Dermot, it's not a "chicken burger" just because it's on a bun. If it were a chicken patty, then yes, it would be a chicken burger. But if it's a piece of chicken, it's a sandwich. Come on, guy!
If you cheat, may you cheat death
If you steal, may you steal another's heart
If you fight, may you fight for your fellows
If you drink, drink with me!