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.