Assumptions (16)

Being right
Is less a function of arguments
Than of mindset.

The person open
To the emotions and experiences of others
Often finds

That many of
The “either/or” choices we are presented with
Are false dichotomies

While a small handful
Are not.

If the ideas you are exploring
Result in you hating individuals
Who you do not know

Or only know through images

Consider hard
That the people selling you those ideas
May not really have
Either the truth
Or your best interests
At heart.

In real life
Are both far, far better
And much, much worse
Than when presented to us
As categories

But we have to know the individuals
To have any chance
Of seeing fairly.

In an arena
Where arguing matters more
Than actually learning and knowing
All of that
Can get lost.

So it’s better to know
One simple truth
About a real person’s life
Than secondhand lies
Conveyed via



Across a vast expanse called ‘time’,
  I heard a voice sing pure and clear
  about the fate that searchers face:
  to look afar, and miss the near.

But though the hours early come,
  and weariness runs hard and through,
  the searcher’s restless quest goes on
  because it’s just what seekers



The darkness stretches overhead,
The water’s cold, forbidding —
Another night in Farrowswhite
To shiver hard, and draw in tight
From ghosts which there’s no ridding.

He looks upon the lonely gloom,
And wonders what she’s thinking:
But answers wash away like brine,
From casting of that heart’s last line
To keep his soul from sinking —

The fantasy of dreaming she
Would take him back in gladness,
That he can see with eyes closed tight
At sunset out on Farrowswhite
Upon the edge

Of madness

The Pattern of our Choices

He looks back, and he sees the way
He’s traveled to the here and hence;
The byways of desire chased,
The stark dead ends of consequence

A pattern in the choices made,
The each-new-time a once-again:
He sees that character is fate,
And where he is is simply

Who he’s been