what I have left

The walls are better at listening than you or I are
And I guess this is due to their immobility
And lack of lips and mouth and tongue to fill the air between us.
Their spatial awareness is superior to either of ours,
Like how many words it takes to fill the room
And tip the emotional scale,
until there is not Oxygen enough for after thoughts like human lungs.
I have never seen a wall's proverbial ears
but I suppose this is not their only secret.

----------yep. I wish I had more; but that's going to have to do for now.

Dear Faux-Relativism:

Ideas are real things.

Just thought I would get that out there. I have needed to say it for some time because it has been burning in my tissue and my blood and my marrow. I am surprised I have not let it out prior to now.

I am so tired of unnecessary questions. I am so tired of living in a society that simply must call to question anything which does not lie immediately at hand and call those questions hallowed intellectualism or worse, science. Must you really transfer all of your insecurities to everything that exists and require everyone else to live within those insecurities? Because that is what it is.

I understand falling into that abyss of just not knowing and not being qualified to answer life's pressing and fundamental questions. I can even see how one could make a world view of that. I am really not so far away or SO different. But I am tired of being required to play by those rules after making my own peace with what I know and what I do not, will not, cannot or just have not yet in varying degrees.

It is not a real argument to just call to question whether words mean anything or have relevance. They are tricky things that require taming and that seemingly forbidden cooperation, but they are all that we have. And it is fine to question them in theory all alone, but it seems to me a supreme irony that every man and woman must use these selfsame words to form this question. Unless we jump straight to disbelief. And that is just what it is. Jumping.

Words themselves are nothing. But they are communication. If you would like to give that up, by all means, call everything to question. Say none of it has any real meaning, but please be consistent. Do not just use it as a trite way of dismissing an argument. Communication. Words. These are rooted in ideas and the exchange thereof.

Ideas. No we cannot see them. No science cannot prove them to really exist. But they raise up and undermine empires. It is on them that we all build and the second you invalidate their existence, you invalidate your own existence. Be careful. Tread lightly. Consider every facet before you dig your trenches there. More than that, please refrain from invalidating my own existence just as a casualty of your own war. And please, do not use those apparently irrelevant words to do all of this.

On a similar but better thought out train: poetry.