I guess that means sometimes the truth is better left unspoken?Unless being a callous bastard (or bitch) is your thing. So we protect those we love from truths that could do damage. I think it's also selfish to do this. Maybe what we fear is the damage to the relationship more than a genuine concern for others? What is love..isn't this the eternal cypher ruling mankind?
Our psyche develops it's own mechanisms for hiding truth from ourselves when it's inconvenient, but the truth is still there, much like the bad weather outside my door. Not that I am hiding any truths myself, I'm patiently waiting for the truth to be spoken most of the time. Honesty is the best policy, y'know. And keeping yer yap shut is a virtue to which I aspire as well.
I've been sitting indoors much of this week with the below zero temps and all. My animal inside knows what's best, so I obey. Working with the public, we trade observations of the weather mostly. I hope I'm toughening up a bit, it seems even us Wisconies have alot to gripe about this winter.
Tomorrow, or later today I get to share the stage with good pal db pedersen. I better get to bed so I can dispense with the early tasks and be fresh for the, er, gig.
Looking forward to the book sitting on my bed to wash away all the badness of the day, be still my thumping blood pump and send something else into the dream hopper.
listen:
Paul Simon - Graceland, Rhythm of the Saints
Talvin Singh - ok
Goat Radio - live
read:
Thomas Pynchon - Against the Day
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