Truth?

Truth be told
Maybe no
For who knows
Truth is who

The self of rules

By rules I have made my self
By the rules I have bound my self
Slave to rules that made my self

Is it racist?

It was night.
The old white lady held her bag more tightly because a black man in a hoody came close. If she were black, and she saw some ‘any-coloured’ dude that fit the description of the stereotypical ‘snatcher,’ she’d do the same.

The white lady might be thinking: dark, black, hoody, therefore….
And the black lady thinking: dark, hoody, therefore….

Is it racist to act in ‘commonsense’ from real collective experience that resulted in some form of negative stereotyping of specific demographics?

It’s not that simple.

My science versus your science

Scientific results and associated recommendations do not always align on the same issues. That’s part of the beauty of academia. In cases like these, some people take sides, assuming different opinions.

It is interesting to think of personal science: my science versus your science. This thought coming from arguments about the relativity of truth and morality: ideas that speak of truth as truths that may vary from person to person — that my truth about a certain issue could be different from yours.

For differing ideas on the same issue and in the same domain to be true at the same time, however contadictory, truth has to be personal. In the same vein, for contradictory scientific opinions to be valid at the same time, they have to be personal. But in the case of science, this sounds particularly funny — almost unscientific.

A love-hate-love relationship (View 2)

At first it was easy,

then it became a little challenging.

Things had slowed down.

A little later with a spurt of will,

he picked up pace and continued,

seeking to be diligent;

the same and different.

It felt harder.

First she loved him;

then she hated him.

And then again she loved him

and hated him after that;

even more so a little later.

Then she loved him again;

coming to hate him eventually some time later.

And finally, she loved him,

accepting her choice.

Demanding persistence, he gave it that;

until he hit a brick wall

and kind of got quenched.

He came back again to climb over

in a breakthrough;

going on for a while

and slowly getting weary.

Finally he let go to say,

“I love you anyways.”

No longer looking to fall in love

She had felt so in love with him
It seemed like the feeling was mutual
They had a flow like soulmates
As one before they became one

One indeed afterwards in the closest bond
Their marriage seemed certain to come
But one day life hit her hard—bad
Her heart was cracked by the man of her heart
The meaning inherent in her feelings was left hanging
No route to any end, dangling
She wanted to die—not literally

The story she had lived in was getting unwritten.
A beautiful story had come to frozen
Nooooooo!!
That wouldn’t cover the effusion of emotion
It was much too much to hold
it had to show

No longer looking to fall in love;
All she wanted was sense and decency.
That rapport and spontaneity that consumed her previously ceased to mean anything
It had lost its appeal after the jolt—the jilt

A man came up to her one day
He seemed okay….
No flow and glow
Yet good as okay would go
Sane and decent
She said yes when he proposed

There were no bells and whistles
She wasn’t swept of her feet
Not like she was into him
Feet firmly on the ground and eyes wide open

She had said yes and moved on
Satisfied with her choice
She would give her life but not her heart.
It had been wrapped in a cold blanket

It was a while…
When one day she realised she was liking him especially
A love with emotion was budding
And a warm feeling inside growing