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Cut the Crap: descort

You seek for “truth”: for the origin of being, the thing in itself, but either don’t look hard enough, or waste time looking in the wrong spot. It’s right here: the meaning is no recipe, it is not the history … Continue reading

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The Know of Unclouding: descort

What if I thought for just a moment of some mitigating circumstance that might prove beyond a shadow of doubt the single truth behind all appearances, and in that fleeting instant, found instead of solid rock, just cloud, and what … Continue reading

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The Press Conference: descort

No outrage, just amused (perhaps its because I can’t stand the sound of his voice) It reminds me of a song by Robyn Hitchcock “He’s the president of Europe and he’s talking to the dead / They’re the only ones … Continue reading

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