It’s Not Easy Being
Epistemological
Can my Ways
of Thinking be “wrong”?
Inappropriate
lack of FIT & sustain-ability
to some
Larger Whole generating what
might could
be called my ongoing un-hap-y
Ways of
Thinking, My Lady of Perpetual
Nostrum
Notions: alma
matrix habits whose
seeming
internal tautologic wonderfully
seals itself against what don’t agree with it!
Impenetrable.
How would I
know better than I know?
How could I tell my wrong from my right
ratios rationalizing my wrangling warp &
weave, twisting & turning beautifully
depraved self-fulfilling ways my systemic
knowing knows so as to put my finger on
my self, so to speak? Trap me under my
heel! “Aha! Got you now: writhe you
wretched rationalizing rascal! I’ll fix you!”
The signal
could come like Terror: knock
knock
knocking at heaven’s door. B.B.
Wolf,
bastard!
huffing & puffing. the hairs of my
chinny chin
chins? Can I know
better than
my butter
knowing? Devise some counter-
intuitive
distant early warning anti-home
land
security system that undermines my
intuition
as well as all that
tuition & of
course
courses sealing me up
& down my
bubble womb
tomb whelm closet cave
culture
convention
convenience stores storing my
pre-packaged shrink-wrapped holy smokes &
inventories?
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