First up, how tired I am of Nancy Drew and hunting for the Unmoved Mover of Covid-19 that has no life outside of Science Fiction. No isolated virus. All illusion. Magic Incorporated. A “just so” story for ignorant educated children all growed up who like horror films. Sick also am I of masks. Sick of imposition on my existence by morons masked and not masked but who do not masquerade, quite nauseating, are the spike students chasing chimeras from a make believe story. Graphene Oxide is detected. Unless GO is spike protein it just ain't found. Then the idiotic clash of ego involving taking sides with mass formation massification for masses not masters of masses. Just shut up. You experts talk and talk and talk but you bore me. If nothing really new don't dominate the rap jack.
From my view there is Truth and Lie. Totalitarianism has arrived. This is truth.
I cannot see it going away. Stolen elections have consequences. Stolen heads do too but that subject I do dwell on incessantly. I write, speak my mind, invite conversation, toy with applied philosophy to uncover human relationships and read Literature to uncover philosophy. The only way to predict the future is to have power to shape the future. In times of change learners inherit the earth; while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists. The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.”
Eric Hoffer
My interests remain to the 1957 world I was born into. Adult world. Adult books. Adult conversations. Juvenilia replaced the adult world. Forever young.
He was a reader too. A lingshore worker. A writer. A philosopher. And a San Francisco resident.