The Lady In The Yellow Bikini

The confidence

we have

in the things we think we know

is truly

terrifying

to me.

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“Do you think you have dogma in your belief not to embody dogma?”

“Huh??”

. . .

“What the hell are you asking??”

. . .

“Hold on, I need to think about this for a second.”

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“Absolute belief in not believing?”

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“Is there a dogma paradox??”

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“We always believe in something . . .?”

“Except for those who don’t.”

“Huh??”

“The ones who think everything is pointless.”

“Oh . . .”

“But, that’s not you.”

“No, it isn’t. I believe . . . I am just not sure what it is I believe in.”

. . .

“Dogma in my belief not to have dogma, huh? I’ll have to keep thinking about that one.”

“Alright, you do that. I am freezing and I am hungry, so I am leaving now. It was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah . . . it was nice to meet—”

“—and she’s gone already. Well, that was sort of weird. I wonder what I seemed like to her? Oh well. Her confidence in her ability to be rational, and her denial of self-deception, is terrifying to me. That’s how it goes these days. She’ll be back, some day. They always come back. They never come back . . . And I never chase after them; no, I don't do that anymore . . . She’ll come back.”

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“What is politics??”

“You came back!”

. . .

“I didn’t think you would!”

. . .

“Sorry, what did you ask earlier? What is politics?”

“Yes, what is politics?”

“It’s expensive theater. It’s getting re-elected. It’s competition among the ones who desire power.”

“What is politics?”

“I just told you.”

“What is politics?”

“It’s bull-shit. It’s division. It’s money. It’s narcissism. Democracy rewards the best speakers with the most charisma. The people that need leaders are not the ones who should be choosing them.”

“Yes, but what is politics?”

. . .

“It’s corruption.”

“Is that all it is?”

“Well, no. But I’ve told you already. Piece all my answers together, and there ya go.”

“You don’t understand the question.”

“Maybe not . . .”

“I’ve got to go.”

“Adios, lady in the yellow bikini. I—”

“—Gone again. Shit.”

-C.H. 7.15.2023