The Burden of Proof
“Prove to me that your ‘god’ exists.”
“Prove to me that he doesn’t!”
“The burden of proof is on you for purporting something that is definitively improbable and, even after thousands of years, empirically unproven. What makes you any different from someone who believes they can fly? So I say, jump off a building. […]
Where the music goes, I follow.
If there ever comes a day that music is no more,
Then I shall write songs for others to share
Until I, too, am gone from this world.
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Remember the past.
Live in the present.
Dream of the future.
Only when you realize where you’ve come from, where you are now, and where you want to be can you figure out if you’re going in the right direction.
To rant, or not to rant? For I have many questions.
But is it better to remain silent and appear sound of mind
While keeping the illusion of peace and amity
Or to thrash like a madman against invisible walls
And by full discosure smash them.
This monstrous beast in me is a child of the savage world I see.
Today, I revisited the Pimsleur Japanese audio lessons.
Listening once again to conversational Japanese, I feel like my brain’s being mercilessly reorganized, with all my present knowledge either consolidated or made obsolete. It’s a startling realization that my hasty jump to (and obsessive following of) flash-card-based learning has set me on a path that’s been all […]
jellyfish-man
going through life with ease
but your eyes betray your sorrow
your fame and fortune are borrowed
you’re an insignificant spec wafting in the breeze
jellyfish-man
pushing all thoughts through a sifter
pains and troubles dismissed
after all, ignorance is bliss
but in the end you’re just a spineless grifter
jellyfish-man
your whole life is a confidence scheme
you think you’re so smart
your confidence is a […]
melancholic puddle meets bubblegum rain boots
tiny hands stir and splash in the mud
candy drops pitter-patter on the sidewalk
run up and pat me gently on the cheek
rainbow handprints splattered on gray
laughter sweeps away the brooding fog
You know you’re just adding to the number of people who think you’re crazy every time you post something like this, right?
You really think so? Funny. The other voice told me the same thing.
So, what are we posting this evening?
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I’m thinking something insightful, some words of wisdom might be nice.
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No? Maybe talk about the events of the day?
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You’re awfully quiet. You mad about something? How about a rant?
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Great. Just great. I’m talking to myself, and I won’t even answer.
