2022.02.20
impossibly incompetent flâneur attempts Pascal's gambit on all faiths rendering himself apostate to all(yes i had to look up "flâneur")
One day, your skull will be as empty as a conch shell on a fence post,
full of wind and gentle quiet.
Today, it's a cauldron of ghosts.
Flesh and electricity.
Water and memory.
A machine that makes reality.
Now. Here. Your skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.
A frightful looking man comes in and looks at himself in the mirror.(via Harper's Magazine)
"Why look at yourself in the mirror? You'll only feel disgust at what you see."
The frightful-looking man answers me: "Monsieur, according to the immortal principles of '89, all men are equal in their rights. Therefore it is my right to look at myself in the mirror. Whether I do with pleasure or disgust is of concern only to my conscience."
Common sense was no doubt on my side. But from a legal standpoint, he could hardly be faulted.