There is no ideal way to tell you
anything.
There is no ideal way to phrase it;
there is no ideal way to get you to understand.
That was philosophy.
It is humid,
and nearly seventy,
here in Wichita.
I turned on the air,
for about and hour,
to bring it down from 78
to 71.
Then I shut it off.
That was the first time I had it on
for at least three weeks.
Then I shaved
and took a cold shower.
I always take a cold shower,
unless I feel cold and chilled;
then I take a hot shower,
then a cold shower
to cool off again.
I am hot blooded.
Bob walked the dog at about 2AM.
Last night, I walked the dog,
and the full moon,
and Jupiter
were side by side,
nearly straight overhead.
My little dog smells the smells,
and he takes them very seriously.
He contemplates each spot that he stops to smell;
he mediates on it,
long and hard.
It is very important to him.
Sometimes, when I try to take him for a very short walk,
he will stop,
sit down,
put his nose in the air,
and ask me to let him sit,
and smell the world in general,
not just pee spots,
but everything.
He feels good,
outdoors,
with the smells.
When no one is home,
he lays down,
he sleeps, I suppose.
So,
when he gets outside,
he loves it.
He savors it.
Break in poetry.
Yesterday,
I had a short day at work,
and Bev had me over,
to make love,
again,
like Monday night.
Wednesday,
I helped unload a truck,
then put out Halloween items.
Maybe I will buy
a toothless witch
for my toothless Bev,
and a grim reaper
for me,
and hang them on our doors,
respectively.
Break in poetry.
The only morality we have
is the pain of the victim.
There is no evil,
there is no badness,
in the doer of the deed.
There is only the pain
of the victim.
In many situations,
we stop the doer of the deed;
but in many others,
we tell the victim,
we do not feel
that the pain was sufficient,
such as a small child,
who does not get the toy
she wanted.
That was philosophy.
Four children
per family
doubles human population
every generation,
even if the mother of four
is well educated.