Dreams of the Future or the Past
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setsuledLast night I dreamt I moved back to the U.S. but it was filled with Japanese junior high schools for me to work at. I got a job at one in Washington and commuted every day from San Diego somehow.
It occurred to me that if Diego Luna became a saint he would be San Diego.
I see Mon Mothma is trending on Twitt--I mean X--this morning. With 4,000 posts, so I guess it's one of those that X has served up for my particular reality. I guess it's ironic that her trending speech is about the loss of objective reality.
Doctor Who also seems to be on this tack. The final episode of this current season is called "The Reality War".
I have to say I still find Obi-Wan's line about truths depending on our points of views to be more insightful. But certainly we have to agree on some basic facts, even if those facts turn out to be delusions in the long run. I think most people sense that without acknowledging it. It can become dangerous when people get too hung up on the precise truth. That's what the Puritans were. They wanted to stick to the pure words of the bible without the tangents of interpretations the Catholics had extrapolated from it. But to-day the Puritans are hardly remembered for being objective.
Obi-Wan smoothly goes from talking about truth depending on point of view to telling Luke he has a clear destiny. It's a contradiction but, hey, he also happened to be right, though he got the precise nature of that destiny wrong. I guess it's like God said on that episode of Futurama, you have to use a light touch.
The whole concept of transgender depends on the idea that truth can be different from observable reality. So does the concept of God, for that matter. So arguing about the necessity of truth can be a hazardous path, regardless of your political allegiance.
X Sonnet 1938
A circle captures nothing serving squares.
Repeated masters drift beyond the mind.
Abandoned forests hold their ghostly bears.
A carbon copy shows where nature signed.
A fax machine was used to stop a door.
But secrets held within were made of ink.
The rich concoct a vague idea of poor.
A gang in chains has made a summer rink.
Where fashion summons human hearts from Hell,
Where dolphins walk with tacky metal legs,
You'll find the mad have rung the chapel bell.
It goes to show you never hide your eggs.
For hatching happens any place on Earth.
The dice are rolled with ev'ry chicken birth.
It occurred to me that if Diego Luna became a saint he would be San Diego.
I see Mon Mothma is trending on Twitt--I mean X--this morning. With 4,000 posts, so I guess it's one of those that X has served up for my particular reality. I guess it's ironic that her trending speech is about the loss of objective reality.
Doctor Who also seems to be on this tack. The final episode of this current season is called "The Reality War".
I have to say I still find Obi-Wan's line about truths depending on our points of views to be more insightful. But certainly we have to agree on some basic facts, even if those facts turn out to be delusions in the long run. I think most people sense that without acknowledging it. It can become dangerous when people get too hung up on the precise truth. That's what the Puritans were. They wanted to stick to the pure words of the bible without the tangents of interpretations the Catholics had extrapolated from it. But to-day the Puritans are hardly remembered for being objective.
Obi-Wan smoothly goes from talking about truth depending on point of view to telling Luke he has a clear destiny. It's a contradiction but, hey, he also happened to be right, though he got the precise nature of that destiny wrong. I guess it's like God said on that episode of Futurama, you have to use a light touch.
The whole concept of transgender depends on the idea that truth can be different from observable reality. So does the concept of God, for that matter. So arguing about the necessity of truth can be a hazardous path, regardless of your political allegiance.
X Sonnet 1938
A circle captures nothing serving squares.
Repeated masters drift beyond the mind.
Abandoned forests hold their ghostly bears.
A carbon copy shows where nature signed.
A fax machine was used to stop a door.
But secrets held within were made of ink.
The rich concoct a vague idea of poor.
A gang in chains has made a summer rink.
Where fashion summons human hearts from Hell,
Where dolphins walk with tacky metal legs,
You'll find the mad have rung the chapel bell.
It goes to show you never hide your eggs.
For hatching happens any place on Earth.
The dice are rolled with ev'ry chicken birth.
