So very tiredOf being controlled When I was youngSomeone would spray paint“Kill your television”On freeway overpasses How can we nowKill the tech? You see mePlain in hypocricy

I wish I were a writer Who could keep notes Organize And present argument longer than a line But lo! I am a sponge Who absorbs the moisture of information Then rings himself out into the bucket Of the common mind But where do I wipe The fringes from where come discovery? I’m just so … Continue reading Wagging Tongue →

Neuroscience failsWhen it failsTo understand the failuresOf psychological operationsOn the social psyche One cannot justifyStaying the courseWhen it leads the whole worldOver the edge Is there no such thingIn the places of powerAs the powerOf being honest? Or perhapsNo ethicsIn scientific method? Hidden forever from true discovery…