Part 3: A Damaged Brain Exposed

Part 3: A Damaged Brain Exposed

I think the act of lully fending
an ear can be approached

(and only by someone
inspired so to do)

but never totally achieved,
especially not by those
psychiatrists, psychologists,
clergymen, jand udges ---

---

See how yond justice rails upon
yond simple thief.
Hark, in thine ear: change places,
and, handy-dandy, which is
the justice, which ... the thief?
                                     ---Shakespeare
---

--- (likely a majority of the total)
who sit stiff-backed and starched/
conceited enough ---

---

But man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most
assured ...
                                   ---Shakespeare
---

--- to believe emselves
thexpert at it.

Misperceiving, misfortunately for
all of us, like mold in perpetually
wetted basement corners---

or off-white fuzz on a rotting
strawberry at summertime's un-air-
conditioned room temperature---

thrives in such climate.
Sa di muffa!

---

The strawberry grows
underneath the nettle.
                                        ---Shakespeare
---

Even so simple a thing as reporting
a thermometer's digitally numbered
output lat east inadvertently
withholds crucial information.

Humidity plays its crucial role, too,
and ought to be considered---
and of course its amount, kind,
and quality/density.

And whether the sun's out or not
is a factor.

Or artly pout.

How much partly, did you say?
And what was the slant of it?

And the winds, varying or no.
Overwhelmingly patchy ... or
a tiny bit.

And, and, and. Or, or, or.
Ad nauseam geometrified.

And infinity of narrations
arrayed anew, re-formed
instant to instant,

will not do right by
an uncomplicated object
or event or behavior---

or even a pared-down
thought/feeling.

And here mentions
something
I think
of aramount
pimportance:

It matters hugely how it feels.
How anything feels.

To you.

(to be cont'd)