essay by Brian Victoria about, as ever, the complicity of religion in the latest war, wherever it is.
As I wrote back to Brian, one of life's enduring pisscutters is the conjoined twins of selfishness and selflessness. Conjoined twins means just that: same ten fingers, same ten toes, same lips and yet tinted with utterly different hues that it would be unwise and unhealthy to try to separate.
How desperately kind.
How desperately cruel.
To my mind, these 'two' are proof-positive that the notion of something called "paradox" is utter nonsense. Trying to separate these conjoined twins is the pastime of an asshole and I am that asshole. Speak of cruelty and it is too much. Speak of kindness and it is too much. Saying there are two is too much. Saying there is one is too much.
Fingernails on a blackboard.