I place my brain on the dewy grass where it lies, naked pink and shivering like a newborn sparrow crying for comfort. But there is no comfort. Only chilly death comes. And then, devoured by a stray dog. In time, after my mind breaks down it will flow into dog blood and fuel howls. Then, as dog shit my mind will feed dandelions. Oh, to be dandelion fluff carried on a summer night’s breeze is my mind’s highest ambition. Read more
In Defense of Extremism
I am frustrated with the widespread mental habit of equating being “extreme” with rigidity or fundamentalism. Being “extreme” simply denotes having a view that is towards the ends of a bell curve. Many current mainstream ideas were once extreme. And many mainstream ideas today will become, at some point, extreme. The popularity of an idea isn’t an indication of its rightness. Abolitionism, for example, was once an extreme view. In the early centuries of the American institution of slavery, the... Read more