Once again I am proved wrong by my impression that juggling other people’s posted facts is meaningful. Is my drink of water in any way substantially different if it comes from the communal trough? Believe what you wish to! If it doesn’t bring you to immediate grief then by all means continue on! That is the modern sense of integrity. Standing behind the vagary of your own personal falsehoods. This position helps to enfranchise you actual personal experience of life. What happens to you at the hands of others is your most verifiable form of truth. Which would you think that would be more real? Not charts and testimonials however plausible by sources that you will never personally meet? But the everyday embodiment of curt passing’s in the street. The surly demeanor of the cashier at the checkout counter. The theatrical play of assistance offered poorly covering the indifference of your local municipal bureaucrat. This is your real source of verifiable experience of life. Certainly the springboard of the start of the conversation for the premise of these other so-called reliable sources that artfully pose anecdotes from their own sense of street level realized existence. How big of a pebble-sized grain of salt for tapping on one’s own noggin does one need to carry about to remind one of these differences? Who are your allies in this? The unexpected swivel of your neck cast in an uncustomary direction. Your eyes able to take in some sort of plain sight phenomena for more that the instant of a second and truly study it. Your tongue’s ability to resist the impulse to flap before it has checked in several times with the Morse code of one’s gray matter above and slightly set back. Any conclusions drawn many times left under study for a time until a pattern of constant repetition has been positively confirmed. Then perhaps you can venture something intelligently significant to contribute to the larger conversation?
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