Moste Versatile Bacterium

August 19.

READ EPICURUS.

To do.

The Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellow as suggested by one Fionn Regan.
I wonder what'd be like to stay at Dylan Thomas's. He did. I was not watching.

As things go, the boy with brown arms has chosen a career in A. If he knew half of anything, he'd picked a way from all things drab and ended up an ARTIST, however destitute. One can just know he'll be asked to make ugly things. Supply & demand call for industrialization, a depersonalization of the former good things, voluntary obliteration of the self. But ART is its own master, and the Roman law maxim on blasphemy was this:

Let the gods avenge themselves.


Friday, August 20.
Could Pythagoras be labelled a theosophist?

Perhaps, perhaps not.
He belongs to a different class to, say, Krishnamurti, so obsessed with "the" teachings (in reality, pertaining only to him) and not actually doing a thing.

"To end all war, all men must unite," he says; I paraphrase.

In the real world of true things, men unite under flags, with which he disagrees. But more importantly, men unite against a certain Other. The point stands that it is much simpler to form a group against something rather than for it. The world of conventional politics revolves around the notion of gathered hate; out of hate, for hate. What of love?

People disagree on what should be considered ideal, or important. Curiously, most people hate much of the same things. It is understandable.


September, the Third.

Imagine the Holy Marriage of Yersinia pestis and facebending jack of all trades, master of none E. coli hisself.
What of it?

E. coli, moste versatile bacterium, is able to mutate into very nearly anything.

The Yersinia-Escherichia union, contracted for purely diplomatic reasons, will be the end of the world as we know it. I am not lying about this.