The Treachery Of Words

2:15 pm Thursday, October 9,  2025T

This Is Not A Post

Because this is a rare day off, no travelling, I’ve decided to be capricious, carefree, and irresponsible. 
So far, I’ve watched two episodes of South Park, completed three “expert” LA Times Sudokus, aced an archived Saturday New York Times crossword puzzle, went for the complimentary Hampton Inn Mcbreakfast, and had an early guilt-free vodka and Coke. 
But the most impish and rogue thing I will do today is to not write a post for my blog.
And folks, it’s your choice to not read what I’m not writing. If that’s not confusing enough, remember, nothing I say is real. 
There is a famous painting by Belgian Surrealist René Magritte. It depicts a smoker’s tobacco pipe. Written in cursive at the bottom of the painting is: Ceci nest pas une pipe. This is not a pipe. 
As surrealism goes, his message is not terribly cryptic. 
Alfred Korzybski, a Polish-American philosopher who, other than having a surname that looked like an eye chart, was noted for the quote “The map is not the territory.” 
Language and the arts, even within the school of strict realism, simply point the way.
They are creations but they don’t create. They are reality’s proxy agents. 
It’s all code. 

8:56 pm

Music (experienced apart from lyrics) is mostly innocent of deceit. It too is code, but a code built on the archetypes of the human experience. The dance of dreams, hope, despair, love, etc.
Paradise gained or lost, and the awe of the unknown. The celebration of existence, the wonders of the stars. The blue of blue, the light of the moon, the touch of a lover. 
Reality 
Mike H