it seems unfair that words don’t do justice to anything except words. but the nature of the lived experience is that it is promptly forgotten or preemptively nestled in the platonist’s heaven. lucky us.

in order for there to be truth, the state of affairs must be hospitable. but we are very hostile creatures, unwelcoming and severely deprived of imagination. we are suspicious of things we do not know much about, which is absurd because at some point we knew nothing at all. that point is now. that point, alternatively, is birth. 

in our cradles we are not warned of the noxious whispers in the saddled dark. children have unbridled abilities to construct worlds, yet we retain and recycle this miserable universe as if snared in a time loop and by extension a causal loop. things are made true simply by virtue of the canon of belief. the state of affairs fools the insensitive with marketable truthmakers that appeal to our environment. these realities are derivative. they are true by intention, not by truth. they are spoken and exercised into existence.

there is an idea circulating that there are no accidents. i am culpable but had to sin. or, i am free because i had to sin. when i was a child, i liked to play with chinese finger traps. i would panic, i would get flustered. i would get warm. i was not culpable or free because i had not yet sinned. only the creator or the creative can instruct you on how to look for ways out. you push your fingers toward each other, you relax. some say that this entails acceptance. not necessarily. you merely learn to recognize where precedence lives and you follow that slender avenue and you sin.

you sin by bringing down the platonist’s heaven, because you cannot dwell up there, nor are you entitled to enter. what makes things false? there is nothing that a contradiction can do for you; words don’t do concepts justice. to be self-subservient is to sin well, brutishly, and honestly.

we don’t exist up there but we exist everywhere in our world from the cradle to the coffin for we cannot give truth to things where we do not reside….

x bren