Justify the Ways of Pain to Myn

Dear Dean  (& Colleagues),

A former chemistry student wrote me the other day
thanking me for teaching him how to not use logic
where it wasn't needed.

This is long and illlogical  (no syllogisms) : something
I wrote some  years ago--a conversation between the
2 of us.  Consider, or Ignore. Always for the sake of
argument,. or what good's a liberal art?.

To Justify the Ways of Pain to Myn

Waffle House Con-Verse-Action with El Supremo also
known as  Mad Science Kahl,  where we saluted Michael
Torres finishing up his breakfast & off to participate in
Service Day while we took a second cup of coffee and
wondered over the nature of  SERVICE & the human
predicament and whether one’s fundamental operating
assumption concerning human nature…

(basically “good,”  basically “evil” or

 waffling in between: we assign

 parameters for the sake of argument)

…determines one’s policies & party participation, how
one treats one’s spouse, raises children & a little Cain

or not, propagates a dilly-dally philandering or stalwart

pioneering  philanthropic industrialism and instigates—

or not—the recognition of  my biases, prejudices, greed

& misery;  or covers them politely from crying-out in public

for the sake of the body-politic.  

It depends on how I want to define my determinations,

whether I care to meet on the same pager or not & try to

include all the noise with the news, or be exclusive & keep

the  channels clean: but I claim generously & with un-

postponed joy we’re all evil-doers; I certainly am Non-

Serviam-Sam & bet I’m not the only one:  it’s my human

nature to vote for evil coming up from down under to

screw around with the goodies & unnatural hierarchy &

try to make it go my way, of course, & not just the way of

the arab & them terrorist bastards!

I’m pure:  a  puritan, see;  won’t you bring it on: I see homo

faber ludic sapience as basically “evil” (upos: up-from-down

under);  makes good non-condemnatory sense to me just

describing the race & it’s the denial that damages, hits the

fan,  raises my fog of psychic hazardous dust, emergent

subsequent sneezes, runny gnosis & epistemological break-

down & buck dance like some SUV on black ice unawares.. 

What?

I’m making non-sense again?

I deny it! This is good stuff,

good stuff.

(THERE: right there in denial & refusal to listen is how my

Oh Zone contribution contaminates environmental studies

& the toxic readings shift a notch from yellow to orange to

red alert oooo my gawd.)

Anyone don’t have to celebrate a diversity that is New

Englandly  puritan, where we always do what persecution
we  must to make the  world a better place to see the
precarious situation at hand.

Any PRE-18^th c. modernist so-called  age of Rationalization

frame-of-minding, minding that is medieval or classical Socratic,

or choose your Eastern attitude-of-preference might could bring

you to a similar point of viewing if you adjust for small or large

variations on the theme: down  on your knees! bump your knobby

head on the ground with the faithful:  acknowledge that the more

we fix-it the more it tears loose & don’t make no common sense

or respond to my so-called be-reasonable because & affect &

terms of desire.   

humania!  ah, humania! can’t live with it can’t  live with out:

it’s so beautiful & passionate & pathetic & patho-logically in-

denial weaving that old black magic that I weave so well

wherever  I go there I am: got to love it or I’m integrally

& royally screwed.

Kahl finished his sausage biscuit and tomato and me my 2

waffles  and we dint have time to put this matter to rest.

He went on to wrangle molecules for the rest of Service Day

and me I’m wrestling with god  of course or maybe some

arbitrary angel artificial but it’s a mess I plan to fix by

Monday Morning, tidy up for school work  programs:

my studies in human nature, language, and  fiction:

that triad. .  

xxxooo, Sam