Knife Edge

“Describe for me please the life of the intelligentsia. It is such an exciting phenomenon, this elite human strata of biological reality.”

“Theirs is a precarious existence. They are balanced upon a knife edge.”

“This is so true.”

“They have to be intelligent enough to come up with their formulations of reality, their theories of existence . . . “

“Yes, yes.”

“Whilst being simultaneously stupid enough to believe in them.”

croSsrOadS?

 

Loophole

They were searching for a loophole and they were convinced they’d found one, but it turned out to be just a hole.

Tidied

 

Something from a while back I’ve tried to tidy up a bit tonight.

Descartes, Confusion

 “You know your man Descartes?”

“I think, therefore I am?”

“That’s him. How could he get it so wrong?”

“What you mean?”

“It should be, “I am, therefore I think.” What does he imagine happens every time he stops thinking? He ceases to exist? Think about it: “I sleep, therefore I am not thinking. Therefore I am not. Therefore I don’t exist. Therefore I don’t sleep - because if I don’t exist, how can I do anything? Including sleep.

Whereas if I am, therefore I think, sleep, walk, whatever - that makes perfect sense.”

“He was a confused man.”

“And he was taken seriously.”

“There’s a lot of confusion out there.”

MoRe arT

 

Odd

Somewhere around Cork city.

imagE

 

The Cork Timber, Slate and Cement Company

 

Cympel

 

sky 2

 

Been doing a little work tonight on this piece I’ve shown before.

wild

 

wet less wet