Smitty's Back Lot, Long Island

The love of opinion is strong. In this craving to hear other's conjecture there is an expected validation of one's own inalienable right to voice conclusions. This scenario is preferable to not having the opportunity to voice opinion at all, granted, but the entitlement passes into the absurd quickly. Values are founded upon the sandy ground of billions of shouting ones and zeros, a culture that can often have little to do with physical experience yet creeps, wolf in sheep's clothing style, into daily life. It is a subworld of minutiae reckoned reason, an assumption of constant public valuation both insurmountably tantalizing and terribly vacant.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think, you think, we all think for I think.

Richard said...

I would say I really appreciate this post, but then I'd feel weird.

kelvin freely said...

if money grew on trees it would be inflationary. we devalue our voices if we talk incessantly. we're talking incessantly. I am talking almost all the time. opinions become devalued thanks to great people like me. And so new value replaces it. When I find out where that new value is, I will reap hard.

Anonymous said...

cumulus and altostratus