Aphorisms and Short Prose II


If someone approached you on the dance floor, admonishing, “What you’re doing doesn’t make sense”, “No one understands you”, “You’re crazy”, would you even hear them over the music? Ah, and I imagine if you turned to them, having heard some vague screaming in your ear, and, smiling, invited them to dance, they might retort that they had no idea how. Moral: write like you are dancing.

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(from a lonely dictionary, open at “ex-“)Β Excuses are the epitaphs of halted motion; gravestones erected to what might have been.
Expectations are axes against tree trunks.
Experience desensitizes us to moral truth. It is an irony of history [that I must rationalize the virtue of disgust].

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(from a political dictionary) Liberal: one who thinks problems canΒ be fixed.

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Where others tiptoe, tread.

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(an oldie) We like to believe those better than us are more evil, too.

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To travel a high-wire, one is taught patience, balance, care. One is never taught the value of momentum; the light which to discretion is a blur.

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Gun-powder pen: one’s words are a cannon. This is not enough for fear.
Up the highest mountain, roll. Blind. Shoot! Create the inspirations, clear.

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If you disallow a Nazi the swastika on his chest, he will wear one in his heart. If you forbid him his voice when weak, he will shout instead when strong — and what of your laws then? It is never a question of if fascism means war — only when. Grant it an audience, and in doing so create its enemy.

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A culture ignorant of evil is incapable of fighting it.

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(another oldie) What’s the point of being good if good means barely being?

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Problems, like prices, are fixed. One is a question of cleverness, the other of will. It is the error of well-intentioned tyrants to believe the price of freedom, as with the price of consciousness, is merely a problem with it.

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(a question of height) To maintain that bit of naivety, that bit of arrogance, required to say, “Of this I know nothing, for it is beneath me!” This is how we overcome the culture of permissiveness, of false sympathy.

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