Socrates is a man Men die
Socrates dies. Men are Grass
I consider myself logical, but I don't think syllogistically..
"Oh, that's logical," I say because it makes my sense,
suits my agenda, fits into my aims and goals &
attempt to deal with life in logical terms and the compulsive
nature of that attempt which produces in us the propensity
for terror when it is even hinted that such a logical approach
might break down. It is as if the tight coherence of the logical
brain even in persons who notoriously think with a great deal
of muddle-headedness, must still be [seen as ] sacrosanct."
Gregory Bateson: Mind and Nature: a Necessary Unity.
I consider my self reasonable and rational but don't think in
terms of ratios. "This rock is hard," I say-- not acknowledging
the relationship between butt & rock that generates hardness
like anything.. An emerging phenomena.
" You're an idiot," I claim.
" My cat's a Sneeze Maker".--
Me ignoring ratios & rationality. reciprocity, the back & forth,
mutual, co-operative relationship it takes to tango & tangle up
an adjective, accusation, nomination.. .