Tavish S. J. Nesbit

I wish everyone could be free from abuse, because it creates thoughts of hatred that cannot be undone.

I was thinking back on it... Empiricism, i think that's right.

It's late, and I'm alone with my thoughts. But sometimes being alone with your own thoughts is a burden. Especialy when there are too many of them. So I thought I would share them here, since this platform is filled with wonderful people. I'd like to share two truthes. #1 That ideas don't mater as much as putting food on the table at the end of the day. This is a true prime directive that guids us, which one can see if you look at everything especialy history through an economic lense. But we live in a society that is GROSSLY over rational. Yes, I know it might not seem so. This society berrates itself into saying (no! we need alot more of that) but that's because of the value we place on rationalisation, were we see it as a great virtue. Keep in mind, rationalisation is the art of making somthing make sense, and it's possible to make any kind of bull-shit make sense. What is far more important, and desperatly needed is more empirisism. We need to be much better fact finders. Better at judging facts from opinions, in order to see a higher calaber of reality that's right in front of our faces. that's all for now I think. My androids moving very slow, and this has gotten long. Sweet dreams everyone.

Nobel wolf, a business coalition would proffit you.

It just feels so much like your a good friend that ive never met before.. I want to cry.

Love it. Hmmm....ecstacy ad nauseam perhaps.

Good morning Mother Monster. The whole sleep thing isn't comming along as well as I would like. Ok I'm back! Hum....nobody realized that I was gone did they. That's allright, I had to take off for ten minuts or so mid text, in order to tend to a watery semi-emergency. I'll paint a picture for you. It's very exiting! No really! Seriously! Ok I'm lying, it's not exiting at all. I really shouldn't have tried to over sell it. Anyhoo, I heard something behind me that sounded like ticking. Not a clock, I don't have a clock. Ok dripping, but I didn't put any container containing liquid on that table behind me. Yet dripping it was. I got up and turned on the lights! As it turned out a family member had watered some plants on the desk behind me. The potted plants were on a tray, the tray had filled with water, a papper towel had fallen on the table, one end in the tray, the other on the edge of the desk. Then physics happened! The end.

The short poem below is my commentary on the world stage we live upon today. Maybe it's a little bizzare, but I hope you found it somewhat tasty Mother Monster. Been self isolating indoors all day, now I'm thinking of getting some exersize. Hope your B'day was a fantastic one.

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