Praise the horns—damn he who takes them. Praise the ulcers—hex he that makes them. Says the throng—around the fire. Edging closer—to the pyre.
Nature never really was anything more than artifice. This is not the accepted view. There exists a widespread belief that at some point in human history Man and Nature separated from each other; that they are things of intrinsically different quality and that this is very bad. The general sentiment holds that a beaver's dam is… Continue reading The Artifice of Always
[Originally published via WCR] I have often heard it said, when in a position of judgmental argumentation, “Who are you to judge, who are you to say what is good or bad!” The answer, so starkly white-hot in the mind as to burn through its cranial cage, is always the same, “The only one present.”… Continue reading Towards an Art of Purpose