The Monk and the Priest.3.- The Memoirs of Zeno

Something went wrong the last time this happened. Clearly, something was bound to go wrong for it could go wrong. However, I do not feel that it was completely wrong. In order to be completely wrong, it had to have been half wrong. Dis is one half. Press any key to continue. In order for it to be half wrong, it had to be a fourth wrong, and so on. Basically, it is broken. How do I know that it is true?

I know it is to be true for the mistake was in its rightful place. The mistake was where it was meant to be at that instant and was not meant to be elsewhere at the same instant. However, if the mistake was not present at the very next instant, then the instant that holds that instant is in fact not present at that instant. The instant in which it was supposed to be present was present at the instant where it was to be present.

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“Tense? Present?
Dense? Persistent?
Rap that line first with a pant
In a loose pant and a skiing mask.
Now that is what I call a supertask.
Supertask? Is that what you accomplish?
Answer this. Why do you feel so astonished?
Or is this something out of tune?
Pretense? Swoon?
How do I know that it is true?”
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I know it is to be true for the Man in the Moon told me. The Man in the Moon told me many tales. He told me a tale of how he once stole a sheep from the Man who had Infinite Sheep. To the Man who had Infinite Sheep, from whom the Man in the Moon stole from, one sheep was nothing. Hence, all the subsequent sheep he stole were all many nothings to the Man who had Infinite Sheep. However, the man had a sheep whose fleece was black as coal. It was a black sheep that went moo. It was actually a cow. What does a fox say? How do I know that it is true?

That is not the truth but it is how I like to look at it. The way I look at it, the entire episode is an excuse to be lazy and defend it with a logical paradox. What if I did not want to make the mistake in the earlier episode? I could have written a non-self-referential explanation of what I wanted to say. I like to think I can paint portraits of fiction, sometimes to cope, sometimes to escape, and sometimes just because it makes me happier to constantly think about a bunch of crazy made-up shit. Logos. Pathos. Ethos. That is the truth. That is how you reach a destination. Thank you for flying CSS, have I told you the story about the monk and the priest?

Murdock Memories- The Potato Eaters

What is a good day to start doing something new? A Friday is a good day to start something new. The activity would encompass the weekend and there would be ample time to engage in the activity. Maybe a Monday is a good day to start something new. It is the beginning of the week and it is always a good day to start doing something. How about a date? The first of the month is a good date to start something new. The ides of a month are an auspicious time of the month to go to the senate. Isn’t it?

Does starting something on a “good day” implicate a good start to what one is about to do? One must certainly need the skills to do what they are trying to do. A “good day” is not going to grant them those skills magically. Or does the induced psychological motivation from knowing that one has started to do something on a “good day” give them mental strength to achieve what they are trying to do, even skills lacking?

The ability to question is a good place to start. To ensure that all necessary information is available is the only way someone makes an informed decision. Literally, I would be impossible to do so otherwise. However, one must also learn and know to question one’s ability to question. One must know when one must question others.

Fox that was lame said unto the Cat who was blind that the boy was fragile. The Fox that was lame said unto the Cat who was blind that they could lead the boy astray for a fool who knew not the difference between the stars so far away and a fire from a village nearby would surely succumb to doubt. Self-doubt is an extreme form of questioning oneself. Self-doubt is pure evil; doubt is necessary evil. The Learned Wise One always said that one must doubt self-doubt. Do I dare doubt myself again? Do I dare doubt doubt?

Say, if everything is the world has its own place, then does place also have its place? If I as one make no sound in the sea of doubt, do all of the nothingness in me screaming out make a sound? If I continue to as of questions, do I reach the intended answer I seek? I am always doing what I can't do yet in order to learn how to do it. So I was, so I am, and so I shall be.