Charles, Author

We're all still so like children. Its platitudes of all kinds that keep ours lives on living. Not one for the progress narrative, but it seems like we should be able to be straight with ourselves. God closes a door, there are plenty of lesser devils worth getting to know out on the fire escape. Way it seems was that the Greeks had one path that babied them through the hard times, told them why shit went wrong when shit went wrong, as shit is want to do. But the Christians just changed one its all out of your hands myth with another equally inane. One more way not to take blame onto yourself. Or maybe, to take a different kind of blame. Metaphorical blame that ain't never helped a person.

Not that I'm down on metaphors by any means. There are plenty of things that just don't make sense unless you translate them into comprehensible symbols vengeful gods or nationstates. Doesn't matter. Out on that fireescape you don't have to lie to yourself and you can still pal around with the nonliteral entities of the world. There is plenty of space to see that you're the one jamming a pointy tipped bayonet into another man for the simple fact that its rainy and muddy out and he came running at you for some complex and completely indiscernible--from the point of view of you in the rain and mud for your own nearly indiscernible even to yourself reasons--reasons and at the same time, to cast it all into a grand narrative of how the world moves in big broad strokes, a view from which your pawn moves must be incalculable at best. You've both got and excuse and you don't. Both work without invalidating the other. And we all know that already. We just keep it tucked away somewhere and cipher through the easier one at the appropriate moments. Simple as that. We just built are systems full of lies. Maybe that's the way it works and any shaking up of it will make it not work. But it seems, at least a bit, not to be working all so well. So why not shake?