The Rule of Self

I’ve made myself by rules
And bound myself by them
Slave of my own free will

Two kinds of rules

Rules that others make for us
Rules that we’ve made for ourselves

Rules we follow with our heads
Rules we follow from our hearts

Rules we do not care to honour
Rules we care not to dishonour

Rules that are made because they could be broken
Rules that exist because they should be followed

Rules that are because truth is
Rules that are because truth is ignored

At every moment there are just two kinds of rules before us and only one of two ways to do per time.

Discussing Talk

Though I would talk with you
You’d rather discuss with me
I want to talk to you
Discusing to you is impossible

Listen,
I’m talking
You talk back
We’re talkimg to each other

I’m talking
you heard me
and responded
I heard you

It was nice discussion

The gods of fashion

The gods of fashion speak every season.
They tell us what to wear and sometimes what not.
They help us craft artificial self-esteem:
we feel cool with ourselves
because we’re wearing that that they’ve prescribed for the day.
Declaring what to trend,
they ask us to sync with what’s trending
— feeding their fame and fortune.
But we have taken the red pill.

I still like my two-button, and not overly fitted, suits.
That one-button suits, with fitted fitting, are in now, will soon pass.
And for what? I would not try to tell.
We leave that for the gods of fashion.

Because their fashions are fickle, are the gods not fickle.
Trusted to be arbiters of style,
we give them power:
if we have to bother about how to wear ourselves
as they describe for winter, fall, spring, or summer.

You can’t beat the decent and the sensible, can you.
Principles the gods of fashion cannot overrule, by principle.
Some follow these, others try to redefine the fine.
Many claim a variable morality;
variable by the seasons, ‘artists’ whims, and volitional caprices.

Beauty makes sense.
And crazy isn’t beautiful.
It can’t be, by design.