Last night in the bar a girl Bill and I were talking to especially stands out in my head. A “hippie” type. (Sorry, but that’s what words are for) Very sincere in what she believed in. But what she believed in was totally fucked up. But like I said, very sincere about it all.
It always bothers me, this combination. Of sincere and wrong. It doesn’t seem fair. Sincere should always be right.
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what is it about that road to Hell. It’s paved with sincerely good intentions….
You know, I always found that remarkably so.
Conversely, without good intentions there’d be no road to heaven…it’s another of life’s paradoxes…
Good old lıfe: full of paradoxes
Sincerity without substance is like saccharine in my coffee.
Now that is a poem in itself.