“No One Does Wrong Knowingly”
Socrates said this or maybe Plato.
Might have been Aristotle.
Whatever.
The notion counts:
not some oracular source.
How could I know any better
than I know?
At any point in time could I be
more pregnant than I am right
now? By dint of effort?
Trying?
I SAY:
I could have done much
& you could have done
Why didn’t you?
Why didn’t we?
And then come up with a rationale:
self assessment & accountability,
measurable aims & outcomes,
evaluation & explanation,
over all interpretation:
because & affect.
Here’s why:
Always: doing the best-I-can
knowing what I know and not
knowing what I don’t so at any
point: I can’t know no better don’t
matter what I or any body has to
say about it. State of the art.
You should know better, Sam!
My directional navigational
algorithmic system's protected
by my homeland securities &
will brook no alien or illegal
migrant worker, no foreigner
or stranger & I have no control
over its calibration like I do
some thermostat
Were Mind-Set accessible,
wouldn't I twiddle & tweak:
regulate a glitter according
to my comfort zone?
What I can adjust don't count.
I’m tolerant & laugh at my self,
eat a peach, start a swell, murder
and create; where I can't is the
problem--my insufferability.
Doing no wrong knowingly,
I cross some frontier yet
unknown & it's all like
ooops, ouch, damn
that smarts: what
the...? what
the hell...?
Where do I draw the line?
Beginnings of philosophy
or maybe religion right there.
Not knowing any better.
Ockham
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