Monday, July 16, 2012

knowledge of motion but not of stillness...

sometimes the structure and the daily grind is welcome, with the familiar caffeine in the mug of shame, the way the hours slip away, there are changes afoot, closed doors and whispers, and who knows what that would be, try not to think about it too much, try not to aspire, because conversations with certain people are awkward due to the imbalance and the mutual lack of camaraderie.

And I find it harder to make small talk, I get bored with hearing people talk about what's on TV or what they ate for dinner yesterday. I don't even know what to say because whatever will come out of my mouth will come out more dismissive than I mean it to. There's nothing wrong with those things, it's just not something that gets my brain moving.

Technocracy's soullessness evidences itself in the little things too hard to articulate. The blissful ignorance, the mistaking the means for the ends, the continual talking past each other, the veiled condescension and disdain that evaporates off my lips without meaning for it to.

So easy to change the channel, change the directional flow of the conversation when it gets too pithy and goes beyond song lyric bumper sticker Facebook meme sloganeering. I find irony when those who think I'm a little wacky for believing in some God up there somewhere seem to put an awful lot of faith in certain things like the American political process in relation to certain political parties, certain leaders as infallible as the popes they might deride who somehow can do no wrong despite the blood crying out from the ground. We've all got our little religions, involving deities our venerations of saints, our arcane rituals, our stimulants and opiates. It's just as matter of which kind, which ones give life and which ones slowly destroy.

o world of spring and autumn, birth and dying
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from GOD and nearer to the Dust.


  1. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Lennon

    1. Are you referring to the Demigod of Boomers or the Vatican's Hatchet Man of Clevelandia, O Pagan?

  2. Or Headless Pigeon!

    And gasp, you unholy denizen of Hades you, who else would I have meant but the finest songwriting peacenik & father figure in the history of Western music?

    1. But neither of them loved the children like Lenin.