I Call Attention to My Self.

I post on Facebook in order to call attention 
to myself— practice profundity, oracular
 perception, insight, provocation. Don’t have 
young children, dogs, cats to show off, baked

bread or lasagna, so I manufacture wisdom to
 display bestI can to contribute. Here’s one:

An Enemy is as Good as a Buddha. Whatever
anyone accuses me of with genuine  heartfelt
accusation: in their eyes I’m guilty and have 
no defense, nothing that would assuage  
conviction, change a sealed-in mind-set or
satisfy the principle of the thing. Turning the
other cheek sounds pious but is merely practical.  
Piety and five dollars will get me a Starbucks.

What sounds like piety to common sense is

practical to uncommon sense. Love my enemy

and neighbor: holy and impossible, but from a

whole-istic perspective: the only way to get

ahead. Conviction of Sin, Bible fraught &

awesome but  prerequisite for liberal art: them

bones gonna walk around. Crucifying the EGO  

morbid  and medieval maybe but  anyone should

be so  lucky.  To die for. Suffer in translation,

sure, how could it be otherwise practically

speaking?