Folly in Polly-ticking

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.
  – Paul Valery

I thought this quote was appropriate for the present climate of election frenzy which threatens to choke the life out of any hope of rationality.  I think my brain is getting a bit mushy from trying to keep up with the verbal gymnastics that is policy debate, which inevitably just dumps me on my head right where I started.

I need to go dig my hands into the dirt, touch something real.

I need to go sit out beneath the moon and just watch her be round.

I need to sit atop a cliff and feel the Pacific ocean pound the hell out of the rocks below.

I want silence, just honest, straightforward nothing, so we can all look around us and remember what the point was.

You’ll have to excuse me, I’m just coming off closing statements by Presidential candidates.  It’s enough to drive anyone to drivel.  Or dribble.  Not the basketball kind, the lobotomy kind.

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7 responses to “Folly in Polly-ticking

  1. stacybuckeye

    They are hard to watch. I only watched half of the VP one because I was curious about Palin, but since I already knew who I was going for I thought I’d save myself alot of yelling at the tv and skip them. My husband watched them, but he can be rational about politics…not so with me.

    Around midnight two nights ago I looked outside and thought I’d left a light on. It was the moon. It was so beautiful that I did go outside and gazed at the moon for a good 15 minutes. It was a good reminder that life is complicated mainly because we make it so.

  2. I don’t watch the debates because I tend to want to yell at the tv. Instead, I read about them the next day. For some reason I can handle reading about what was said in a calmer fashion than listening to it.

    “I need to go sit out beneath the moon and just watch her be round.”–love that statement!

  3. Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. The constant stream of dreck feels like swimming in molasses. Think I’ll go sit outside with you ladies and watch the moon and just BE for awhile.

    I’ll bring the cocoa and mini marshmallows.

  4. Yeah, cocoa! My daughter will be your new best friend… (the kid begs for cocoa no matter how sweaty of a day it is! Crazy kid!)

    Isn’t it funny how the moon connects us all. I immediately went out and sat beneath her last night after posting, and I thought how we are all seeing the same face (though at different times and angles, of course) and how that makes us just one small little planet, spinning through space, united whether we like it or not.

    A fitting remedy for the effects of politics, if I do say so myself.

  5. Joy

    I do watch them. I can’t help it. I’ve known who was getting my vote for a while but it’s like a train wreck, I can’t help it!!!

    I’d much rather join you all under the moon but we need smore’s too so I’ll bring the stuff for those.

  6. Oh yeah, smores to go with the hot cocoa, I am in chocolate lover’s heaven! Thanks Joy! (I will bring Hershey’s kisses as a show of gratitude!) *smerch!*

  7. Smores AND cocoa? Throw in a few eclairs and when we wake from our respective sugar comas it’ll be a whole new day. 🙂

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