(To provide some content for this blog’s grand opening, I’ve decided to recycle articles I’ve written previously, and in some cases published elsewhere. This is one such article, and also the first article to have been published on this blog, except for test articles and announcements. It was originally published, with minor differences, in issue #142 of the Glia Society’s journal, Thoth, in June 2020.)
There is a certain je ne sais quoi about being too lazy to think of a suitable word.
Psychotic episode, drug trip, religious experience: pick any two.
(Ontological Advisory: Implicit Content)
Age is just a number. So is your Bureau of Prisons ID.
Q: Did you hear about the guy with an epistemology fetish?
A: He was arrested for perversion of the truth.
People who casually blame their quotidian problems on serious mental illness really trigger my OCD.
There is nothing in the intellectual sphere more concerning than an idea that is too interesting to take seriously.
Value judgments are bad.
The suicide rate is depressing.
The inferior man thinks himself to be as wise as Confucius. The superior man merely imitates his style.
I can’t claim to have a monopoly on the truth, but sometimes I sure as hell feel like a monopsonist.