Normative Barber-arians

 

For many decades the barber's chair was/is a kind of special communal space, of news, gossip, debate, and familiar faces. However in the era of quick cuts this has fallen away, as we have become a thing to be processed and moved along.

Every family is from taboo

In every family tree, it's true, 

Lie secrets deep, a hidden view. 

Roots entwined in tales askew, 

Of whispers dark and deeds taboo.

Illegitimacy, a shadowed hue, 

Criminal acts, a past untrue. 

Mental illness, hidden too, 

In shadows where our secrets brew.

Same-sex love and bonds anew, 

Incest, rape, and struggles through. 

Addiction's grip, a silent coup, 

All woven in our genetic glue.

These taboos form the roots we knew, 

A common thread in our family crew. 

For in our genes, the past does strew, 

For every branch, the roots taboo grew.

Entangled Cat Observes

 

Divine Mystery Cosmic Void

 I’ll attempt to break down my logic, without claiming it as truth.

Let’s substitute ‘divine’ with ‘first mover,’ a term often used to describe the original originator. This suggests that there was once nothing, then something, implying the divine exists beyond all things and non-things.

Assume the cosmos includes everything we can perceive or imagine. If it exists, it’s part of the cosmos. The void, then, is everything that isn’t the cosmos—all the non-cosmos.

This simplifies the cosmos and void as a way to describe all beings and non-beings.

The aphorism can be interpreted in three ways:

If there is divinity, it lies beyond us in the unexplorable void.

If there is no divinity, it remains beyond us as we cannot explore the void.

We can never know if divinity exists beyond the void or cosmos.

Rebel Edge

 

Clarity Comes

 

In Gordium, a knot so keen,
A prophecy of kings unseen.
I came, with courage and a plan,
To conquer chaos, as I can.

With cunning, I cut through the cord,
Clearing clutter, claiming reward.
Keen to clear life's tangled thread,
Clarity conquered, chaos dead.

In my mind, the clutter grows,
Confusing thoughts in chaotic flows.
Cut through chaos, clear the flutter,
Clarity comes when I ignore the clutter.

Most of my ideas are wrong