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Wednesday February 26th  2014  Tim Candler


     With respect to "Me" easy enough to determine whether something is good. I either like it, or I don't like it, or I don't know whether I like it or not, or I have the sense that I might like it at sometime in the future, or I might have liked it in the past but no longer like it.  Or I might have to like it, because the alternatives to it  are considerably less likeable. Granted, much of whether something is good depends upon who I am with, what I am doing, what I want, and so on. And this is because I am vain and temporal, subject to whim, greed, the approval of others, and on it goes into the point where I can easily be persuaded that in all of the universe there is no such thing as Good and Bad. Merely a series of possibilities, most of which are inevitable and better to embrace them, otherwise it becomes about "Values" and generally "Values" lead to blood in the streets, because for some reason blood in the streets is sometimes more comforting than going to the effort and pain and anguish of compromise.

      In the wide tapestry I am no more than  grain of sand, so what I think doesn't actually matter in the least. Which probably is the mainspring behind the intensity I feel when confronted by the pompous bloody a-holes who will insist upon telling me that this or that thing  is "good" or "not good."  I don't want to know whether something is good or bad, I want to know why it is good or bad, because for one reason or another I live under the delusion that I'd rather make up my own mind about this or that, and I am capable of understanding. Which I am well aware is a failing grade  in "Value" terms.  However, when I go deeper into my feelings in this area, I begin to suspect that "Good" and "Bad" has more to do with a censorship that preserves the trades of the elite and their capacity to preserve their own myth, than it has to do with just about anything else.  All the same, I'm pretty damn certain, a Mail Order Fulfillment Center is a democratization of the written word, as well a the portal to hell that proves the existence of evil.


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