Modern Philosophy

The inane questions are wonderful.
"Why didn't Descartes consider that God could be sadistic?"
Well, why didn't he consider that God could be a cross-dresser?
Or schizophrenic? Or simply rather lonely?

You're a very angry person, aren't you.

I draw pictures of trees, sprouting up between the knuckles of
monumental, craggy hands.
Crows perch in them.

I also draw a picture of a sadistic God, smiting little swarms of humans
with a heavenly magnifying glass.
He's smiling.
I can't say that's my picture of God.

"Imagine a creature with the body of a....porcupine.... and the head of... Descartes."
I think, therefore I realize that I am.
I think, therefore I am, and therefore can think, and therefore realize that I'm bored out of my mind.

Am I wasting my education by not attending fully to this class?
That might be tragic.
But would that make me stop counting the number of times he says
"you know?"
I certainly don't know.
(92 times, since I started keeping track)
(it's hatchmarked along the page, in the sky above the tree)

Sometimes I look up and nod.

I hope he finds it encouraging.