Surfeit of Knowledge, Sensation, Culture

Aporia (n):

To be at a metaphysical impasse,

but also the rhetorical act of

feigning such an impasse.

  I love NY.

"There are no secret rulers of the world."

"But even if there were, why not trust them? If one world government is all we have to fear, we'll be alright. Don't you want one world government?"

"I guess. How else are we gonna fight off the hordes of invading alien armies?"

I'm afraid of you,

Dilettante,

very much afraid, because the future of mankind depends on you.

I'm afraid of you

because your main aim in life is to escape--from yourself.

   

You're sick, little Noob, very sick.

    It's not your fault;

but it's your responsibility to get well.

    You'd have shaken off your oppressors long ago

if you hadn't countenanced oppression

& often given it your direct support.

No police force in the world

would have had the power to crush you

if you had an ounce of self-respect in your daily life,

if you were aware, really aware,

that without you life could not go on for one hour.

    You've got to realize

that you have raised up your little men to be oppressors,

& made martyrs of your truly great men;

that you have crucified & stoned them,

or let them starve,

that you have never given a moment's thought to them

or to what they have done for you;

that you haven't the faintest idea

who brought you the true benefits of your life.

As a child, Dilettante would always be holding helium-filled balloons,

whenever possible.

He likes to release a couple-three

into the New Year’s eve sky.