the sands of Arabia

September 12, 2014 #letters

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?” -Richard Dawkins

Dear Abby

September 8, 2014 #letters

We met almost ten years ago when you were running the San Diego 9/11 Truth Meetup group. I remember us down at Cass Street, eyeballing each other over glass pints. Like Winston and Julia in 1984, it felt good to know someone else who recognized the official narrative of 9/11 was a pernicious fairy tale, and better still, someone willing to do something about it. Soon we were organizing events, painting signs, holding signs, and generally attempting to bring the strong body of evidence into public awareness. Every authority figure in my life received a list of questions from me, but nobody had answers. Not the NIST, not the 9/11 Commission, not my parents, not my professors, not anyone. So we took to the streets to force a public discussion.


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August 12, 2014 #writing

this is me trying to communicate without pencils
this is me talking to you from far away
this is me growing up
this is me not growing up
this is me not talking to you
this is me trying to communicate without pencils


August 8, 2014 #art

Max Ernst - Napoleon in the Wilderness (1941)

Max Ernst – Napoleon in the Wilderness (1941)