New York turned orange
Expel a rotten orange
and what do you expect?
Canadian sunset
Trumpian orange
gray at the core
overlaid with rotten airs,
tells us irrefutably,
This ain’t no party
This ain’t no disco
This ain’t no foolin’ around.
When New Yorkers can’t breath
the world will know
This is the bright spot
This is the tickle.
Wall Street’s
walking home
in the foggy smog
of their entire biome.
The meaning of meaningless
Philosophy and lack thereof
By Gary A. Schlueter
Rama Jack feels life is meaningless. He’s 25 and his goals are to learn eight languages and go “everywhere!” The first time I caught up with him as a young adult he was in Paris, I think. A week later it was Spain, two weeks later Thailand. He’s having a ball living a life you read about in adventure books, yet to him life is meaningless. How can that be?
My best advice to him so far is, “Meaningless is meaningless.” But that’s just drollery meant to deflect. (Still, there’s something to it. If a thing is what it is, meaningless is meaningless.) Better advice is hard to come by. I’ve been working on it for the past month and the best I can come up with is, “Meditate!” Second best is “Vision quest!”
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