I’m toying with the idea of becoming a great philosopher. And why not? Reason is, I figure if I speak the truth, in addition to repeating the great truths, nobody will listen to me and they will finally leave me alone. Turns out the truth, what was once the only thing people cared about, metaphysically speaking of course, is suddenly out of fashion. We’ve turn to the great lies instead. It’s only natural, I figure, since everything goes in cycles, and now we live at the lie corner of the spectrum, or as we philosophers say, the continuum. Maybe in a few hundred years it will be back to the truth corner. Or not. Who knows? Lies might be all the rage and work out better than truths. Who said it was all about the truth anyway: truths futures are down, while spin doctors, false innuendos, fabricated insinuations, and fake news, are having a glory day ‒ their futures are through the roof. It’s very confusing if you ask me and the more I get into it, the more confusing it gets. Originally my goal was to not only be a great philosopher, but preferably a mystic. Cool, right? But hey, it’s not as easy as it sounds and sadly, I’ve been forced to tone it down. Then again, I’ve been blamed of having a stubborn streak before, and maybe I do. Could be a truth right there, and I never realized it. Anyhow, I’m all excited. Onward and upwards to the mystic stage, I say. More on that tomorrow . . . at El Chap.
A la hora de siempre
Viva,
mt