It's sort of nice when we can't put names on things
because it precludes the shitstorm that is invoked
by using language
with it's presuppositions
and predispositions.
Objectivity is scarce in a world of memories.
The truest things are anomalous.
Anonymous; without names:
by their very nature,
Ineffable. Paradoxical.
Wonderful.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
It's sort of nice when we can't put names on things
because it precludes the shitstorm that is invoked
by using language
with it's presuppositions
and predispositions.
Objectivity is scarce in a world of memories.
The truest things are anomalous.
Anonymous; without names:
by their very nature,
Ineffable. Paradoxical.
Wonderful.
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