Thomas Kuhn, another great scientist/philosopher, understood that as great as science is; it's great; it is encased in the paradigm of the mind. The mind can be beautiful, loving, and it can be downright insane, hateful, and harmful.

So we created a system of controls for science to foster objectivity; the Scientific Method; a system that is being largely ignored in favor of marketing and narrative maintenance and mis-science.

We created ethical discourse to trouble shoot out any harm science might do; created charters and constitutions to protect us from those possible harms.

Now many, many who call themselves human rights supporters, are insisting those charters and right be ignored; the most fundamental one, bodily autonomy, and by extensive intellectual autonomy.

Powders, Potions, and Pills

(Part Two)

wake-up and shut up

free will is for the thoughtless
the speechless and wonder-bound
fears, anxieties, and hatreds
insistence, movements, and protests
keep All mouthy godlings in chains

the higher-ground, then ... find the higher ground

angels sprout wings and perch
avatars shed their code
silver-wired gilding ... cast off
in a millennium of fall-out flurries
until only
fluid, undulating string and particles
remain aloft but buried
in suspended gravity wells

still ... some never will

the noisy somnambulists
see only the staticky chaos of white noise
hear only the cacophony of radio decay

We continue to underestimate the power of fear; particularly the power it can have to basically obliterate our good intentions; to have us put our faith in any monster or monster hiding behind the facade of good will and science.

Greedy, greedy, monsters.

The truly terrified will believe any polished promise to deliver them from fear and believe long after observable phenomenon should have wisened them up, long after the less terrified have caught onto the con. When you are terrified, you have literally lost your senses, and if you lose the con; the mind is conditioned to believe you will lose everything. The mind believes it is fighting for its life.

Powders, Potions, and Pills

(Part Three)

I watch and reflect
my ruthless pen whetted

the chief judge
my gavel and score card
raised and on ready

the priest physician
with powders and potions
pickie dust and phials
and a practiced bedside manner
liberally meted and sprinkled about

in the other hand
sits my accomplice
the master redactor
a sharp, shiny knife
cutting my words
powders and potions
into pill-sized tablets
soon to be consumed
assimilated
by the ravenously afraid

you aren't no where
you've been here before