T is for Titrating

Wear their suits and you make yourself a mannequin.

For so long we have been oppressing the land and ordering it that we have lost the ability to translate and listen to it. It weeps fire and it cries nutrients, but we mar it further because we are deaf.

Government doesn’t have the hands to hold anything sacred and beautiful, just the iron fists to destroy whatever it is allowed to touch.

Cold weather and cold people go hand in hand, never having hand in hand.

There is room for your space, bring it in.

A society in which you need to vacation away from is a society in which you need to leave permanently.

Fighting to the end is the end we are fighting to avoid.

Jar yourself in to a new rhythm, or you will slowly continue to suffocate in your container.

It is exceptional how few exceptions there are to civilization being a force of total destruction.

To bend the will of the entire Universe, is to be the entire Universe.

Dictate circumstances, for the reverse is just foolish.

Better to burn and burn out than to never have fire.

Understand your enemies too well and you are sure to stand under them.

The owl of this Minerva loses its last feathers at dusk. It then no longer possesses the ability to fly away, greener pastures forever lost.

Leave your comfort zone and you help to create our comfort zone.

A clenched fist is all that concentrated power knows, it matters little whether you are inside it or outside of it. The best thing you can do is to dance absent from it, making it miss you.

Community is dying and there’s no one around to talk about it to.

I think I lost her, but had I ever found her?

Be the Earth’s gift to god.

The Earth will be wronged so long as we continue to think of the rights of humans and the rights of the Earth as two separate things.

Fighting injustices anywhere grows the threat to injustices everywhere.

Blessed are the stars, for they are beyond our reach.

Exile a landscaper to a desert island and the landscaper will die—exile a permaculturalist to a desert island and the desert will die.

Better for your bridges to be burned than your fire suffocated.

Words speak loud only when there is no action. As paralyzing as inaction and some words might be, far longer lasting is the paralysis of destructive actions.

A garbage truck must be quite a deity with all the offerings we leave for it.

Battles uphill are the only ones worth fighting.

Will the slow unbearable dying be more unbearable still when it accelerates?

Revolution doesn’t get old—that’s why it’s revolution. The aesthetic potentials of revolution are unparalleled—that’s why it’s revolution.

Born during the fall…

blessed are the stars, for they are beyond our reach

Related Previous Aphorism Posts:

My Thoughts Inexactly (Primero)
Lternate Lphabet Lliteration
L is for Lamenting
Z is for Zeroing
G is for Gathering
E is for Escalating
W is for Willing
W is for Willing (ov)
V is for Vanquishing
J is for Jousting
M is for Masquerading
Q is for Quelling
R is for Resisting
R is for Recurring
F is For
F is for Facing
F is Forcing (ov)
N is for Nothing
N is for No things
N Other Lphabet: A pequeño LteratioÑ
Y is for Yearning
Y is for Youthanizing
An Asymmetry
A is Against

T is for Tribalizing (y Tsáchilas)

Many mothers nursing their many children is a human nation; one mother nursing her own child is alienation.

One would think with the coming of propertifying civilization and the loss of depth in tribal connections, the loosed individuals would need to sharpen their sensitivity to fill in the gaps that were now missing given the loss of so much camaraderie. Instead of advancing in this fashion, to evolve into these magnificent independent individuals, humans agreed biologically to become less than they were in their unity. Disease of thought coincides with the disease of body. The lessening of oxytocin, the lessening of agility movements, the lessening of nutrient density in diets, the lessening of the range of experience by being stuck in a more localized geography—all these losses led to a lessening in sensitivity. It is both a specific and generalized desensitization, a devolution of our species affirmed by cultural institutions that would now harbor and modulate a great deal of human emotions and experiences, narrowing their actual and acceptable ranges.

The disease of imtribalism was contrived in the wintering lands where private survival, at first a means to keep surviving, became the very ends. Thus an example of when the means became the ends—ends in need of ending…

The greatest marriage is not that of a couple, but of a tribe; it does not begin with priestly words, but at beastly conception, from parents multiple, of love polyamorous, profuse—a strong web. The greatest nurture is to be raised by a multitude of parents that go far beyond your two progenitors of a stricter scientific understanding. A whittling down of the parents from forty-two to two, subtracts the child down to negative forty—it should be no wonder that raising children these days can feel as the greatest burden. The death of a tribe in a nuclear holocaust is worsted by the birth of a child in a nuclear family; if you think this hyperbole experiment with the thought that the tribe died crying together, and the baby was born among unfeeling strangers that did not reciprocate her tears, your perspective will shift profoundly.

The work that should be shared among 80 of a tribe, is now the burden of 2 parents or even 1 single parent. Zero parents—and zero children—is not long off.

Most individuals have a plurality of sides to them that are deeply flawed—missing qualities paired alongside with grand over-compensations that would have others in “the normal range” feeling vacant and flawed by comparison. These flaws are constantly revealed to the therapist and personality analyst types among us because an individual is rarely whole on their own; a conclusion these professionals are usually blind to is that an individual is an idiosyncratic puzzle piece that must have vulnerabilities and additional capacities to fit in with a more complete picture, albeit a large family or tribe. Lacking this tribe to fit in with is the great flaw, for tribe-lessness is the great disease and a puzzle that we seem farthest from solving, for truly we need others to complete us.

The more of all of us there is, the more of each of us there is.

Industrial civilization has eaten away our tribal identity and worn us down to the gradient point of having a mere individual identity (a stability unknown previously); civilization is as a thorn fixed in the side for too long, that inevitably leaves the afflicted as thin and biting as the thorn itself.

Born of 40 parents and married at original contact, instead of 2 parents and a state-sanctioned marriage contract.


Children, even babies, need not always be in the immediate proximity of their parents for their biological parents to feel at ease. There just needs to be a sense that there is parenting going on, which is why when corporate day cares take over childcare, there is usually some reluctance or ill-at-ease that happens with the legalized parents. This only lasts for a time, but it is a very real distinction between a bond to someone that is to share in the parenting that need not be tied with money, and a bond that is exclusively due to the medium of money being utilized. The tribe as parent and the tribe as child has been replaced with the nuclear family and biological parenting almost exclusively, and because these are such intrinsically weak models immunologically, the disease of monetary profitable daycares starts to materialize.

Religion fills the vacuum left by a lack of a tribal family—in other words there grows a lack of people to invest worship in. We are built to worship, but in lacking a secular worship opportunity (a tribe) we worship a fanciful supernatural element. We are supposed to worship one another.

Your whole self is fully realized not when it is entirely apart from the group, but when it is absolutely a part of the group.

An individualist culture that produces utterances saying “what does it matter? I’ll be dead in one hundred years” does not have much farther to devolve. Despite the individualism, the voice that echoes such words is still that of a tribe, one its throes of death; individualism is hopeless.

Reestablishing tribal societies rids us of the need to tediously parse through the ingenuous and the disingenuous actors who easily make prey of our havoc-worn world.

We are in a time of unique and unprecedented levels of grief to be absorbed by singular individuals. Put numerically, when a tribe of 80 loses 1 of their own, the 79 survivors all have one another to lean on in this tragic time, and the child/parent/lover lost was in all likelihood not the only one “specialized” in that role with relation to the other 79. Now with the nuclear family in it’s most crude form, there is a tribe of 4 each in a specialized role (without redundancy) of a mother, father, daughter and son. When one of these gets sick or injured, or dies, the vulnerable nuclear family is hurt and in death quite devastated. Tragedy exposes the very weak internal web and allows disease (lawyers, therapists, pharmaceuticals) to come and prey on a failing eco-system; tribes never needed nor allowed the emergence of these diseases because they were so strong on a blend of layers. Make no mistake—a tribe does not dilute each of it’s members to insignificance; rather, a tribe is a more evolved drink with emergent properties making it quite potent, too, available to quench the thirst of all. The tribe is not necessarily the only referent point—thinking about it that way might be a uniquely skewed view imposed on our thought by our peculiar times; tribes might be best evaluated by looking at person to person relationships in a specific time frame, judged against what we have now. Did tribal people choose to pay attention to a medium rather than a person in their immediate vicinity thirsting for interaction? It takes a village… and now a village is taken. A shared grieving process is the only grieving process.

WE, because ME alone is upside down.

0021 - a people that tribe together, vibe together

Soul searching is often misdirected, for we are looking deep within ourselves when really it is others we are searching for.

Not knowing whose child is whose, where no lover is no one’s only lover, where one’s father is not one’s only father, where one’s child is not one’s only child. The more the merrier without the more the Malthusian mortality. More relations without more mouths to feed.

Stray from the herd you’ll find yourself living, stray from the tribe and you’ll be found dying.

I trust a people I do not know, I do not trust a person I do not know.

¡Soy Tsáchilas!


notes 4 today: 2017-02-09 (Sanctuary Tierras; Trance And Kervranian Biological Transmutation; Paradoxes Of Uniformity; Musings On What Revolution Is)

title: Sanctuary Tierras

Since speak of sanctuary cities is commonplace these past several weeks with what is going on in the USA, I would like to in brief suggest an alternative and longer lasting sanctuary that needs to be established. Cities, despite having become havens for diversity and a logical place to resist racist/xenophobic/fascist policies, are themselves at the forefront of ontologically establishing the necessary background for totalitarian control; cities funnel people in to narrower movement patterns, they make them hyper-dependent on oppressive supply chain dynamics, and they severely lack in ecosystems. The history of cities coming in to existence is predicated upon imperialism and domination, and it is only sickened magical thinking that they are somehow separate or above this bloodbathed historical conjuring. Cities are now globalized places and globalized means dependency; cities try to justify an inter-dependency, but this inter-dependency is only a feign—cities are not needed by those who live in a balanced relation with the land. Everyone is to some extent in equal danger in a city, and equally displaced from the location(s) that they harm by their very existence continuing in a city. The leap from cities to concentration camps is not very far, the gap to jump is not even as noticeable as a crack in the pavement. A fascist house will soon be inhabited by fascists, whether intended or no.

Real sanctuary is to put ourselves—human animals—back in to a balanced relationship with the land that does not have civilization’s concrete/asphalt/agriculture scars all over it. Being spread out over the land, immersed in connectivity, there is much great natural security against all manner of problems that beset people, INCLUDING social problems such as racism and fascism which are a natural outcroppings of exploitative and extractive Western capitalism and the dynamics involved in exchanges between the urban and the rural.

Racism will come to mean little when starvation sets in, or the specter of starvation is hung over a people. Sanctuaries that are in places which were built upon centuries of human, lifeform, and land/resources oppression and alienation are not good long term places. They are at best temporary rendezvous spots, but they will fail in this particular regard as well as in their general capacity to “support life” because they were built to fail. Land and its natural abundance, on the other hand, is very modulating to the extreme swings on which a diseased living situation ensnares us. It supported us long before we clustered ourselves (or were clustered by) in to cities.

The immigrants undergoing increased oppression would be best served by those who have land to open up to them to practice agriculture/permaculture and/or to establish intentional communities that build up a community immune system prophylactically before diseases like fascism and racism have the chance to emerge. Too much is happening in reaction, and sanctuary cities are part of that reflexive unreflected reaction.

¡Tierra y Libertad!

Related Writings: Globalization Does Not Exist and The City Is Dead, And We Have Killed Him

title: Trance and Kervranian Biological Transmutation

Why is it and how is it that music can make you feel so good? What does music provide in the vibratory energy that expresses upon our bodies? Among other things that emotionally moving music (such as high quality euphoric trance… not easy to come by!) gifts us, I believe that music exudes subtle vibratory energies to be absorbed by energetically open humans (perhaps other energetically open lifeforms as well) so that they (we!) may alter atomic structures to create elements that we need out of other atomic elements available. Kervran showed that plants, at least, are “bioavailers” that have the ability to create elements that are in short supply, and I see no reason that other lifeforms should not be intrinsically capable and active at doing this. And for the reason/mechanism by which they are enabled to do so, I see no reason that it cannot be at base some beautiful vibratory force(s) that are moving these lifeforms to be self-healing and internally growing. Why biological transmutation should be restricted to a certain class, family or kingdom of life, would in my view only be the sophomoric restrictions that science places upon itself. As I’ve asserted before [note 2], I think ideas the imagination produce are true and it’s the burden of science to prove them false.

Music has real power to heal and provide nutrient needs, something especially valuable in our lands of quickly eroding soil that will see the Earth’s biomass decline even more steeply if we do not start rapid restoration. Allowing music to do its work, just as acupuncture and other healing modalities, is as important as ever.

title: Paradoxes Of Uniformity

The ease of uniformity is concurrently the disease of reality. Things (not to focus on humans per se, yet) are made uniform by human artifice, to align them in a straight rigid fashion. Though on the surface it may be justified as such, imposed uniformity is never about establishing connection, instead it’s about making things the same, so that they are the same frequency and adhere to the same leveraged manipulations. When such simplified manipulating frequencies are not there, the things lie dormant, very inactive and pulled from an ecosystem that would have had them actively becoming. Perhaps bridging to sociological phenomena, think of the perfectly trained unit of soldiers without their commanding officer present to direct them. What is their existence if not to be lead by a commander, these perfectly trained soldiers bereft of their past life experience by a perfect training regimen?

Human the organizer rather than human the steward forgets the invaluability of diversity in a landscape, and fancies that uniformity is an end in itself on many forages. Humans ontologically treat the rest of the world this way, and they so too treat each other in this fashion. This fashion needs to change, I fashion.

title: Musings On What Revolution Is

Revolution, just like any other term in our languages, is a reified term. Being reified it is by necessity imprecise and distracting, but revolution is one of the few words in my mind that is truly attracting as well. It is a potency, and is worth investigating, a touch of which I will do here:

Revolution should not be thought of as spread over hundreds of thousands of square miles: this is an extrapolation that humans all too often do for our activities and false assumptions about how reality on this Earth is governed (or that it is even governed!). Revolution is a desperate (and often beautiful) attempt at qualitative shifts of evolution when there has been a long quantitative drift of devolution. Revolution—for if nothing else it is a human convention—is something that happens within ourselves, our habits, and our relationships to others. The change that revolution might bring us in such deadly and dystopian times as the ones we are now in, are to treat ourselves better and habitually be good for and aware of our connection to the Earth. We might move and grow at a balanced pace, and move without attention, or attachment to, consequences imposed by contextually external entities. One does not ask permission from the old world to revolt and create a new world; if such revolution happens under these circumstances, it is revolution in name only, named by the overseers.

Revolution within will have us loving our enemies, our lords, as our friends, and as in need of help to come down from the heights of responsibility which hierarchy has elevated them to. Money and other legalities returned to mere paper, a banal crime against a tree and an insane crime against immediacy. Reality mediated no more, this is revolutionary given where we are…

notes 4 today: 2017-01-24 (Crossing The Sun; Life As A Struggle?; Vibrational Differences Between Whole Humans And Machine Parts; Esoteria, Stupidity, And Ignorance)

title: Crossing The Sun

There is a large minority of people (40% plus or minus) of the Earth’s 7 billion who have “turned their backs on the sun”, and now live in an area where the sun is always to their south (or north), without ever a crossing happening. They are outside the tropics and rarely venture in to the tropics long enough or deep enough to have a day go by where the sun’s zenith is to their south, and the next hour/day have the sun’s zenith to their north. This exclusion to sun crossing opportunities includes entirely the “continent” of Europe where a vast amount of the preventable deaths by war and civilized advances have taken place or were engineered from, along with japan, the united states, china, and some other nefarious characters. Perhaps a correlation, but nothing more than that.

While you chew on that, another thing I have been chewing on and am happy to allow you to masticate on as well, is that the Christian religion is symbolically based upon the son being on a cross, left to die. I am not well versed in Christian lore, but I do not think Jesus went in to the tropics during his life. Historically, crucifixion was leaving someone out in the elements, usually the hot sun to dehydrate and die over a few days. It is certainly a very unique time to become intimate with celestial bodies, most particuarly the power of the sun. Perhaps the role of the sun/sol is more central to this son/soul involved religious storyline. This is all very loose right now, it can be tied tighter for sure.

As for sun crossing, for a religious or for an energetic/physical purpose, my feeling is that it can be a “pilgrimage” that brings illumination and a re-balancing for those who focus on the wisdom that is the solar system as it is and gives the energy that allows life on our planet to flourish. This might be one of the medications we all need as we generally stay stuck inside, eyes exposed dominantly to artificial light instead of full spectrum sunlight.

title: Life As A Struggle?

The idea of all of life as a great struggle—a theme that crops up very often in western currently dominating discourse—is an extrapolation/projection by humans who had found (and now find) themselves in a particularly harsh non-tropical land where great struggle was needed for survival (think Europe, a theme with me!). In the “natural world” it’s true that many specimens die and one could say that’s proof of struggle, but their deaths are not struggles for very long—they die and are quickly materially/energetically reabsorbed. The successful specimens of a species are almost always adopted right in to an ecosystem and have a comfortable enough niche that has them act as where their propensities are naturally inclined towards anyways. There is no great struggle hour in, and hour out, day in and day out—this is not what life fundamentally is! Dying is filled with struggle, but not living, which is what life is more deeply and temporally aligned with. Proof of our disease as humans is that we have made our lives and much of the world’s ecosystems in to our own image; we’ve undercut ourselves and them through acting on misinformed (deformed) concepts, and we’ve made life a struggle.

title: Vibrational Differences Between Whole Humans And Machine Parts

This is one argument in an ongoing series that my brain ruminates on at times regarding the preposterous claims made by “Singularity” believers. 

Vibrations in humans (and other animals and living creatures) can change immediately, and are not bound within a particular finitude (we are not infinite but not bound by any specific finite state). Machines on the other hand have a specific internal finitude available to them: what we would say is the machine. However, as with computers and many other complicated devices we’ve fashioned, what we call a single entity is really several parts that work as a team; it is never a whole the way a human is a complete whole, specifically because the machine constituents are not vibrating at the same frequencies and work together through mediation—as with a basic set of gears interacting and turning because of the belt/chain (not a shared energy aspiration). We living things become a unique whole (not a series of parts) kept whole because the plurality of matter that makes us up all vibrates at the same frequency, and when there is non-synchronicity, the body can always resynchronize immediately without a central and mediating organizing force beyond the immediacy of vibrational syncing. Living bodies do get out of sync at times to be sure, and sometimes to a great degree, and this is what it is to be diseased. But they are self-corrective and are not dependent on some outside engineer to come set things aright again. Our healing by concerted effort that does not require an engineer is unique to life, and something that our machines will never have, because they are just a combination of parts.

Part of the reason machines do not have this is that they are chemically made out of elements that do not interact well with regards to what is needed to evolve a living consciousness; this might be metals, or even include wood and stones, which might be of organic materials but are not put in to organic frequency rich relationships (wood or sinews are dead and divorced particulates of something that was a whole that included but was not alive solely because of these parts). These mechanical systems cannot change themselves immediately—they are not subject to immediate evolution—they need mediated change (adaptions that are geared by someone else); they would need to dig in somehow to rework themselves if they are programmed to do this self-corrective work. They weren’t “produced” per se, they were just thrown together, and so they will never “reproduce” because that has always been absent from their trajectory. There is no momentum, and they only exist as whole entities because the human mind personifies them so. There is nothing intrinsically whole about my cell phone or my lap top. The whole is a projection that comes from we the people and is codified in our reifying language.

title: Esoteria, Stupidity, and Ignorance

The esoteric need not be a high level thing, it can be the esoteria of stupidity. That people come to be in their own little private enclaves is not necessarily an indication of sophistication. More and more it is likely that we will stumble in to esoteria due to our increasing stupidity as humans atrophy further. Our divorce from larger ecosystems is already itself proving to be a tragic mistake that makes us esoteric from the rest of nature and ultimately might extinct us. Academic disciplinary idiots spoil great energy reserves to develop alienating categories that make themselves esoteric, but in the vacuum of available energy that is coming for humans (as we regress through the mean from which we have strayed in opulence) will get us to the same unbalanced place, this time only reaching esoteria because of malnourishment that was the natural longterm outcome of a technologically rich environment in the first place.

Do not be ignorant of the ignorance of others. The perils of education allow provincial people to be viewed as less than. However, in very many ways having an ignorance that comes along with provincialism, is itself a balance of locality, a natural/sustainable state where knowledge of is balanced with power to. Knowing a great many things beyond one’s local influences is at a great cost to the whole. Ignorant of the cost of knowledge are the knowledgeable who decry the lack of education of others. [originally slated to be an MTI aphorism thrown hastily in to this note]

My Thoughts Inexactly: Y is for Youthanizing

Throw all of yourself at life, for life will then have no other option but to absorb you. Throw anything less, and you will be bounced back in to the abyss from whence you came.

Spiders are forever caught in their own webs. Leave them their to starve!

The death of death is sure to coincide and accelerate with—not prevent—the death of birth. Only a mind marred by western concepts could be blinded to this.

Fooled are those who conflate dying with aging.

If we pour everything in to a last gasp, we may discover it to be our first true breath. Don’t save yourself for the future, for then the future will be safe from you.

Giving your hope to the future is something that might be blown away with the winds of time, but giving your promise to the future is to be the winds of time.

What is life if not the creation of beauty despite the circumstance of limitations?

If the alcohol is to loosen you up for dancing, so be it. If the alcohol is to loosen the music up, you are better of dancing in the silence.

Speak love to power—give it a dose of that which it is least familiar with.

The more of an empath you are, the more times you die during a single life.

A lack of leaders has not produced a lack of followers.

You are going to die one day, why be miserable and sedentary and spread it across several days?

The land breathed us in to life; how long can we continue if we are suffocating the land?

Children are the only afterlife we should be thinking about, and that afterlife is in great doubt.

There is no space for a leader of the free world, there is only room there for leaders.

Keep showing up. There is no investment in the future that compares to your throwing yourself in to every new present.

May the remainder of your life be the rest of your time, not your rest time.

The young die, or the young live—the old are perpetually dying.

Believe in something that most people fail to do over the course of their lives—believe in yourself!

A culture that has devolved so low to produce individuals saying “what does it matter? I’ll be dead in a 100 years” does not have much farther to devolve. Though an individual speaks such an utterance, it is spoken for the total culture.

When it becomes an eat dog world, it’s not far from an eat human world.

“It is written” is cured by fire; we can burn by flame or forgetfulness.

Before we rise up we must wake up, for a revolution is in name only if is attended to by sleep walkers.

Flags are ever woven with the thread of war so long as they exist by the threat of war.

Extinction is a serious topic, precisely because there is no more kidding.

When the energy reveals itself to you, you will finally be revealed to you.

Water is the only blueprint I will follow.

Many that commit suicide don’t wish for its reversibility, but many who commit homicide do come to wish for this. Think before you arm yourself, and think even and most especially of what ideas others have armed you with.

Jesus was insane, so why shouldn’t he pop up at a mental hospital from time to time?

The healthiest water is always flowing, and so too is the healthiest love. Don’t keep it all to yourself—find love for another, and love will be finding you.

The stupidity of recent nostalgia is that those who see a return to previous times as an improvement fail to see that those very previous times will return them right back to our current struggles, with the problems only multiplied.

Don’t blame a fire for burning, blame that which is old and dried up.

Why do those who supposedly represent the people always dress in the fashion that they represent the government?

If you are not literate in love, fluency in all the world’s languages will not save you. They will be as impotent as the words in a book never opened.

Only evil can be spoiled by love.

The save-up-and-work-until-retirement-age model isnt going to work for the generation being born right now. they will all be retired without retirement. Due to in large part by the retiring without retirement of their recent ancestors.

Don’t ever lose the love—better to lose yourself.

Radical politics without permaculture is rootless; permaculture without radical politics will never flower.

Nature needs to be doing more of the work than we are, or we are doing something wrong. We are certainly doing something wrong to nature.

Feeling the heights of existence one will also feel the lack and the loss, for the dilated eye sees new highs and new lows.

Most humans don’t realize how much structures confine them, because structures confine them.

Environments that dissuade your attention and your intention, are not environments to reproduce—we certainly won’t be reproducing in them for much longer.

Love—because evolution is backwards without it.

Thank goodness we say things but do other.

Anger is love on the defensive, not hate on the offensive.

In folklore lies the most potent wisdom, layered over and diluted so that it might be more palatable to the gradually evolving mind. Taking folklore literally, as with religion, is to drink a laxative for want of nourishment.

When in doubt, get out.

Related Previous Aphorism Posts:

Y is for Yearning

N is for No things

N is for Nothing

F is Forcing (ov)

F is for Facing

F is for

R is for Recurring

R is for Resisting

Q is for Quelling

M is for Masquerading

J is for Jousting

V is for Vanquishing

W is for Willing (ov)

W is for Willing

E is for Escalating

G is for Gathering

Z is for Zeroing

L is for Lamenting

Lternate Lphabet Lliteration

My Thoughts Inexactly (Primero)

My Thoughts Inexactly: N is for No things

Every surplus is its own deficit misunderstood. Seedless are the fruits that civilization grows.

Change is far more fundamental than any particle or force it chooses to elaborate itself with.

Choosing words over music is one of humanities greatest mistakes. We need far more than a moment of silence to absorb this tragedy.

As we’ve gained possession we’ve lost our bodies. Who really possesses who? What webs we’ve woven!

People don’t grow food or not grow food—land grows food, or doesn’t grow food. And it’s land that grew humans; if land is lacking, so will humans follow. ¡Tierra y libertad!

When thinking about the Universe, our minds are trying to grasp something that already completely grasps our minds.

The recurring affinity humans have to words that rhyme and sound similar for punning acts as a proof that vibrational sounds are at least as important as the meanings they are contrived to symbolize. Words connect better to other words than to their arbitrary meanings.

If a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there existed a force that blessed some with the ability to move objects with their minds, now an inverted anti-force persists that has cursed us to be controlled—minds and all—by objects.

In capitalism you have hills with a king on each, in anarchism you have mountains with villages of kings.

Individualism is to see with only one I.

A business suit is the clothing worn to embody inauthentiCity.

If things seem backwards, break their seams.

Conquering without conquest appears only paradoxical in this civilized age where there are conquests without any quenching. Red water drank makes one the thirstier for red water lost. But I say—blood is for dancing, not for digesting.

Stability is not just the death of death–it is the death of life.

Quotes and aphorisms will carry the day, for in your head alone you might carry them away.

A paradox in language is not a paradox in matter. Language doesn’t matter—it is immediately contradicted when things of actual importance happen to supplant it.

Power that cannot create itself but must dress itself in the power of others is very weak; this is the state.

Political correctness is policing yourself for another’s benefit.

It is the end of history if no one remains to write its continuation. There can be no closing to history, just a possible closing to our story.

Life artificially extended is a farewell to faring well.

Possess yourselves, let the big boxes possess the rest.

We are more subject to change than the objects we surround ourselves with. Therefore, it must be asked—what really possesses what?


Related Previous Aphorism Posts:

N is for Nothing

F is Forcing (ov)

F is for Facing

F is for

R is for Recurring

R is for Resisting

Q is for Quelling

M is for Masquerading

J is for Jousting

V is for Vanquishing

W is for Willing (ov)

W is for Willing

E is for Escalating

G is for Gathering

Z is for Zeroing

L is for Lamenting

Lternate Lphabet Lliteration

My Thoughts Inexactly (Primero)