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Axiomatic

Misunderstood! I blame the Stoics who made it a technical term. As an Ancient Greek verb, it meant “worthy of” rather than our use now as “foundational.” Axiomatic means speaking well rather than speaking the truth. After all, if one claims an axiomatic truth, one can just choose any truth wants without considering the goodContinue reading “Axiomatic”

Faux Pas

Only those who fly over the world never missteps, so they never learn. A faux pas breaks something, and this breaking reveals a social concern, a norm, a power structure. It shows the line which one needs to toe. Breaking something is only bad when you don’t learn something from it.

Esurient

In my esurient selfishness, I forgot you, and so forgot myself. The late-night loneliness became a permanent fixture, the dull background I now hide in this husk. When the vapor clears, what is left is our nakedness. As if in a dream, we are together again in my morning, and thankfulness floods my being here.

Simulacrum

The gods unleash their images from afar, and we bow to their views. Everyone an expert with a five-minute satirical jab at another complicated issue. Self-satisfied, we nod our heads in agreement. “They are stupid,” we degree and beat them with our simulacrum into submission. And the tele-gods smile.

Vacillate

Drunk with the power, the staggerer vacillates. Visionless, meaningless, and maniacal actions serve nothing but his own survival no matter what the cost to others. Then again, even vacillation needs a base, a ground. Wile E. Coyote runs off a cliff, looks down, and falls into the abyss this time never to return.

Sororal

Sister sun bathing us with good things. Your ray sometimes harsh on our skin but nourishing for so much living. Here sprouts a stalk from a crack in the pavement; there a sequoia reaches towards you. Your quiet warmth marks our day while the earth turns its seasons. Thank you.

Bonanza

Clear skies, open seas were the only limit is the ever-receding horizon. The modernist dream was an undiscovered bonanza, and the bonus would be getting there unscathed. As we set sail into the new climate regime, what will our hope be? What happens when the process and end of the bonanza starts falling apart?

Obfuscates

In aurora, the horizon obfuscates the sun’s corona. Promise breaks loose one beam at a time. The sky yawns and stretches clouds into the fresh blue. Another obfuscation, each potential exercised, another withheld in reserve. Come be embraced, little ray. Thankfully bathe in the warmth of the possible.

Evanescent

One finds oneself in a mood as its already shifting into the next. Unless one greedily coddles its evanescence and calcify into something might not have been. We contain and retain the fleetingness often to our own peril, mull, and remind ourselves of it: so evanescence turns into addiction.

Whinge

Emptiness is the whispered cry-wolf while whinging. I remember many a post-office line where customers whinged about the experience with one another. Once in the line’s front, however, they develop amnesia about the experience. Whining my friends is nothing short of boring conversation about something you have no intension to address or change.

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