Some months ago

Categories: uncategorized

Date: 18 June 2008 15:27:11

I wrote a diatribe.

I didn't publish it here, nor anywhere else. Not even a single person has read it because it is so bitter. It rants against what seems to be a fundamental cock-up in the way the world is, or evidence, as Depeche Mode put it, that God has a sick sense of humour. I don't even know that it should have been written down. Writing things down often, for me at least, clarifies them and helps me see whether they are reasonable or risible. But this time it's left me in a quandary. What I've written seems reasonable - the evidence of the situation seems fairly clear to me. But if I accept it and act on it then that would require flatly contradicting several other principles that I take as self-evident. If, on the other hand, I'm to keep those principles, then I should suppress these contradictory thoughts. So which is it to be - that which I believe in, or that which my eyes tell me? Put like that I can recognize an age-old dilemma. Well at least that gives me an excuse for not knowing the answer.