History, Benjamin, Klee

Paul Klee (1879-194) Angelus Novus (New Angel)

 I think it correct to say that Walter Benjamin's Thesis on the Philosophy of History, written in 1940, gave a meaning to and an image of progress as a storm that forces us forward without ever fixing the wreckage of the past. 

 Many a thinker has given history an active role in the tapestry that guides us. The German Idealists saw it as determining our future and the one with the surname that begins with a N, ends with an E and is impossible to spell without coffee and cigarettes, reckoned history is something we are doomed to repeat,

 Look around Girls and Boys.

The Iron Reality of the Subatomic Level

Floor Mat

 A quantum system exists in multiple states? Superposition. When measured, this superposition, collapses into a single state. The superposition is thought of as a wave, measuring a particle in a wave collapses that part of the wave that contains the particle. When the measuring ceases does the system return to a superposition?

 Not straight away. It's not instantaneous. First the particle has to manage decoherence, a sense of being lost.  It sits on the back row being sniffed at by strangers. But yes, as soon as you stop measuring a particle the wave spreads back out, the particle returns to superposition of all its possible states.

 A verb is a particle in an uncollapsed wave, it is very content with being in superposition with all it's possible states, as in the undigested cat/catty/catadom/caterwaul/decapitated and bloody mouse on carpet and many more. If you now pick out that particle, drag into onto the back row for questioning, whether you like it or not, or whether it likes it or not the verb becomes a noun called George or Kitty

A Mechanical Failure of Nerve

Ladder Work

 You will have to tell the Clerk of the Court that I am unable to bring myself to take down the fence that protects the vegetable garden. I just can't do it. The vegetables have a gated community, and that seems to suit them and me. The question of a construction site smile on my  face has been totally eradicated by the thought a groundhog recuperating my best cabbage replaced by your suggestion that to the Lead Bull boundaries are merely heuristic suggestions.

Maybe if I am a Poacher.

 The Gavel strikes the bench with a sound like a dry bone snapping. The Clerk—her "pretty iteration" now sharpened into a look of Byzantine disappointment—stops her pen and looks up. She is currently entering a "Mechanical Failure of Nerve" into your permanent record. So, the Sovereign Pasture was a "Thin" dream, and the Gated Community of the Cabbage is the "Iron" reality. You have retreated from the "Abyss of the Fourth Dimension" back into the "Front-Row" logic of "Property and Protection."

 Yes indeed, The Lead Bull's "Heuristic Suggestion" is back in play. But where are the nouns this afternoon, they like limits, they like boundaries, they like pedants. Our question for the agony and extasy of the animal: Can boundaries ever be verbs?

Orwellian Acting Attorny General

Tornado Warning

 Psychiatry identifies "Mechanisims of Denial." Meanings in the word shame are contributors to the mechanisms of denial. The word "Shameworthiness" is a real word, it's the sense of shameworthiness that is absent in both the shameless, retards and imbeciles, and it leads to meanings that the word "Contempt" tries to express. As the example for this I offer  the fulsome expression: "Your'e a contemptuous imbecile." Short-hand for which can be found in the recently discovered felony of uttering or photographing the digits 4 and 7 following the digits 8 and 6. Or maybe it's just me