Some mornings, after a few attempts to either follow routine, or, approach normality, it becomes clear neither is going to happen. Rather than hurt myself in the vain effort to pull it together, I’m sublimating, by furnishing y’all with some fine ranting/discussion from a few years back. This one came out during my battle with opioids, so, it may seem a bit strident; pay no attention to that, just enjoy the noise. In the meantime, I’ll be trying to find some reason to continue to resist the urge to purge the planet, while studiously avoiding asking myself why I should. I’ll be back soon enough, so, try not to weep too hard. See y’all on the flip side, if I can pull it off….
gigoid, the dubious
Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit. : “There is no great genius without a tincture of madness.” — Seneca (8 BC) — De Tranquillitate Animi, 17
This is a truism, in my world, which extends itself to include “all the nicest folks I know”; in this way, it lives up to the same piece of wisdom, first told to me by my own father, who told me while I was still quite young, “Son, all the nicest folks I know are just a little bit tetched….” Though he was from Illinois by birth, he said it in a very Georgian, or Texan, accent, with a big smile, and a twinkle in his eyes….. These, of course, were the non-verbal signals to let me know that, though said in the spirit of fun(ny), he was quite serious, and believed it to be an absolute truth…..
I’ve found this to…
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