Duality

It’s all contained in the upswing and the down swing. The circular motion that can’t be stopped or seen whilst participating. To we sweet fools it’s gentle curve appears as flat as the horizon, not perfect but close enough that we can ignore it.

Economy, beauty, life and death. It all suffers and rejoices the same.

The wide hips and the hanging breast, lapped over a rounds stomach was the epitome of beauty. The hard times and absent edibles left the common woman thin and muscular, which today, amongst our towering stores of widely varied foods is considered the ideal.

The first cars were small and light, powered by tiny efficient engine that traveled amazing distances on very little fuel. These gave way to faster and faster engineering wonders weighting multiple times their diminutive ancestors. A thousand horsepower rolling off the manufacturing line. More power than the common man can manage or have use for. Then came the downswing. Small cars, smart cars. Lithe menos that sipped at fuel and took corners faster than their brutish predecessors.

Perhaps the butterfly, light on the wings of nature is free from the confines of duality. They flapped along through time until one mutated to carry poison. The poisonous flourish and nature agrees after trial and error that creatures with the colors of the poisonous are better left uneaten. Then those colored in vibrant yellow and red stop producing poison and out bread the poisonous due to the fading need to actually produce the murderous liquide that allowed their advancement.

Likewise fashion, an abstract trend, worships at the feet of duality, the up and down of it all. The simple cottons of the field remain plain for generations until of cracked barry picker walks into town, his clothes stained with the blue of his crop. To the plain he appears bright and vivid. The color spreads through the town and they raise their noses at the poor, poor plainly clothed fools in the next town. This continues until the world is clothed in blue. The turnip farmer spread the next craze, a world in red. The rainbow is exhausted and the clean virginal white returns, this time with a contrast to add to it’s meaning.

Shakespeare wore capris, then came pants, then American settlers wore capris, then pants, then techno rave goers in German brought back the carpi. My next sentence greaves me: meditate on bellbottoms.

To believe in duality is believing in nothing then? No. If you believes in nothing then one must believe in something…being...nothing. Then it is believing everything? If you believed in everything then one can not believe in nothing. Nihilism is a joke only Nihilists don’t get… not that they would care.

Math is a beautiful thing. Does it fall prey to the up and down swing, the endless circle of duality? For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Bugger. Is math even real? If man were not around, would two of something be counted as two? Would a dog or a deer count two then subtract as one were removed? No. Math is only an idea, that we made.

But nature understands more or less, greater or less than, left alligator or right alligator. This is not math but value.

Value is subjective, like all things. Shot in the head is dead. Shot twice in the head is not more dead.

So it comes down to that lonely truth. All that matters is what you want, and not in the future dear friend, because that can change. A man in the desert dying of thirst dreams of water, until he is held under it.

What you want right now is all that you can know. Primitive beasts that we are delude ourselves otherwise.

“I will work hard and earn a fortune and live in a big house. Haza!”

“My friends are all pompous fools that care only for money, and the honest workmen that built my house won't quote poetry with me.”

Pretend I’m reading this next section quickly for the proper effect. The freedom of youth brings offspring. A baby, new life, that will be the death of me. Athletic pursuits bring damaged joints and sedentary decay. Drinking brings a morning full of the harshest realities. One’s prosperity is always due to others misfortune. Supply and demand. Action reaction.

So, I ask you what do you want? No matter what you get… it’s not going to be the thing you want next.

Philosophy is dangerous. Don’t be a fool, and please stop thinking.