Saturday, January 29, 2011

Conceit

Is a word that means pride, hubris, or an idea of your own. I can't help but feel like that's deliberate.

I've been talking a lot lately, speaking the English I've come to lament (it even makes you capitalize itself). And Sapir-Whorf and this and morality as causality and vice versa (what if we're all tiny blasphemies alive in the mind of God?) and on and on and on. Twixt that and the future, I need a new hobby. I'm beginning to bore myself, so I can't imagine what it's like for the rest of you.

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I told someone what I was afraid of yesterday, and I was honest, and I thought about it, and I said myself. So that's it. I've been afraid of myself lately. Better fear than hate.