Category Archives: Philosophy

House Arrest 3 (Civilization)

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

It really shouldn’t come as a surprise that spreading illness is the biggest threat to us. Creating cities any size repressed the wise and let our breed forget direction, stars, and close geography, the good and bad of plants, the … Continue reading →

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Will to Live?

Posted on March 13, 2020 by sputterpub

“You never know,” my brother said to us at least a dozen times. “Folks everywhere assert they’d die without a lot of fuss, preferring end instead of endless care, eschewing tubes and dreading loss of mind, but something kicks in … Continue reading →

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Unraised

Posted on March 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Nostalgia’s mostly dangerous and bent, infecting memory with fantasy, and modifying fact until what’s meant as scarlet takes on tones of burgundy. So childhood’s remembered as a state that was or should have been replete with glee, and parents subsidize; … Continue reading →

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The Other Explanation

Posted on February 21, 2020 by sputterpub

Debate Club taught me more than how to speak. I learned to argue points I don’t approve. I got by doing what I didn’t seek: the insight into how ideas can move opponents, for as soon as I’d defend them, … Continue reading →

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Just Two

Posted on February 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I think I always had a closest friend (surveying back to 1955), but I don’t take to groups. I comprehend plurality – communities can thrive – but I don’t ever flourish in a crowd. I find the girls too shrill, … Continue reading →

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Narrativity

Posted on February 10, 2020 by sputterpub

We’re visual, devoting near a third of mental processing to what we see, but I submit descriptors are absurd that disregard our kind’s affinity for narrative. We love our stories so, we use them for religion, to explain observed phenomena, … Continue reading →

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The Ages of Advice

Posted on December 20, 2019 by sputterpub

I early understood the righteous path away from murk and chaos, tending toward fierce honesty. I bellowed truth with wrath and passion – then my wisdom got ignored. In middle life I learned it wasn’t bad to be so disregarded, … Continue reading →

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The Thing Is

Posted on December 16, 2019 by sputterpub

I want to give this observation tongue: (I’m lately often somnolent or cold) – they say that youth is wasted on the young, but leisure’s seldom useful to the old.

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Honestly

Posted on December 5, 2019 by sputterpub

I wasn’t that surprised when I first heard some athletes took some drugs to better build up muscles and performance. It’s absurd assuming fair behavior in a field as wide as wealth, as vast as viral fame. The aspect that … Continue reading →

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Whether

Posted on December 3, 2019 by sputterpub

The sun is setting earlier tonight than it did yesterday. We ascertain we daily have a lesser length of light, but none among us knows when it will rain, or if the winds will hibernate this year. Will quenching water … Continue reading →

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