Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

generally

People die for generalizations
Insistent the generalized propositions are truth
Despite whatever exceptions surround us

The specific is true and the general is generally true
That is which is the case
Days are warm and nights are cool
Admit the truth or die!
I fanatically cry
My generalizations are the true generalizations
(I never oversimplify)
The exceptions need to be exterminated
Thereby proving the general truth

Why do we care so much to cling to our sweeping understandings?

Because if our generalizations aren't more than generally true
There is more work to do

And we grow tired, we grow weary
We could sleep for a thousand years

"Freebird" starts with the lines

"If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?"

If I have to ask a woman if she's going to remember me tomorrow, I doubt she gives a damn if I'm leaving.  Maybe there is some kind of Southern sarcasm at work here, but maybe the whole rest of the lyrics are pathetic delusion from a boy with no concept of human relations.  "Lord knows I can't change."  After singing these lyrics, I advised my daughter.  "If anyone ever says that to you, don't make any sudden movements and back away slowly and get the hell out of there." 

Anyone who can't take responsibility for the need for continual adaptation is deluded and useless.  Even if you think it is true, don't say it.  People will think you're an idiot and who knows, you may start changing by the time the next thought forms. 

The "saying everything you think" syndrome is mostly cured by CBT.  So much of life is simplified when we stop physically fearing our thoughts.

What shall today bring?  Happy Birthday, Cats.  A little bit older, a little bit wiser.  Always hot.

Enjoy.

M

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