Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Monday, May 16, 2022
Two Cans of Paint
There are two cans of paint. One is black, the other is white. The conservative will tell you, and he will be correct in so doing, that if you mix the contents of one can with the contents of the other the resulting color will be grey. However, the liberal will tell you while this is true in the broadest sense, there is more to the illustration owing to the quantity of the colors that are integrated with each other. And because there are infinite shades or qualities of grey that can be produced, with no shade ever being perfectly matched with another, the conclusion offered by the conservative, while true in a sweeping sense, ignores the wonderful and relevant quality of the equation. Black is never really black. White is never really white. And grey is never really grey. This is perhaps the dialectical materialist view of things. This, too, just so happens to be the truth.