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The Lady In The Yellow Bikini

The confidence

we have

in the things we think we know

is truly

terrifying

to me.


. . .



. . .


. . .


“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.”


. . .


“Absolute belief in not believing?”


. . .


“Is there a dogma paradox??”


. . .


“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.”


. . .


. . .


. . .


“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

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