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      he still had an issue with digital clocks

                                                                       and then the whores of Convenience and Technology provoked him furthur slapping clocks on stodgy appliances to taunt him

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they reminded him of Wittgensteins Tractatus

a treatise that he

rather hopelessly

thought he might be able to follow

every time he tried to follow it

Reason wasnt his forte or suit

any more than the high school proofs for Geometry

while he apparently liked the concept of proof

he couldnt logically prove anything

therefore(wasnt he sounding logical)  he should have been sucker for Faith

he tried

tried for his religious parents

but he found Faith fallacious

Faith didnt even try to prove anything  not like he did  and for that untroubled vacuousness and its seemingly deliberate entitlement he wasnt going to give it the time of day

Hell
        he knew just enough that Wittgensteins First Proposition  the first chapter  was all he needed to know by this philosophical giant

1.  The world is all that is the case.

1.1(or his 2.) The world is the totality of facts, not of things.

1.11(his 3.) The world is determined by the facts, and by their being all the facts.

1.12(4.) For the totality of facts determine what is the case, and also whatever is not the case.

1.13(5.) The facts in logical space are the world.

1.2(6.) The world divides into facts.

1.21(7.) Each item can be the case or not the case while everything else remains the same.

  

7 logical reasons that fact exceeds faith

he read the proposition to the head priest from a pencil-smudged piece of paper he folded and carried in his back pocket

this  after he was brought before him between two irate sises each with an ear of his in their hands

when finished he sat down on the chair before the Fathers imposing hardwood desk

they sat quietly across from each other

they sat for a long time

he had nothing more to say

the priest cleared his throat

                                             And

What do you say father

he smiled

Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen 

That is German  Whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent

Also Wittgenstein  the last proposition of Tractatus

Were you able to traverse to its end
                                                             I shook my head

Then I would think you would agree

Youre excused young man

thats what he took away from his Catholicism

an unorthodox Confirmation

1234(0034),  Sunday,  13  9. 15

1309,  Sunday,  13  9. 15

From where he sat

in a poorly illumined yellow-walled waitingroom

on a sheet

                  of yellow paper inside a vinyl slip

in black capital letters

he could read  either

 

                                                                 PLEASE

                                                                 NO  CO D  OR

                                                                 D INKS

                                                                 A LOWED

                                                                 THANK  YOU

or leaning backward against the creaking mustard vinyl seat he sat on he saw

                                                                    EASE

                                                                 NO   ODD   R

                                                                 DRINKS

                                                                 ALL WED

                                                                 THAN    OU

a simple posted sign                                              

                                  static

soliciting different sorts of messages 

                                                                nothing more

overhead the flickering incanindecent lighting slapped the vinyl slip in the face   twisting and flaring its opacity

yet through its frivolous skin the sign sought to convey and convey

and convey to any eye it might convince to pay it heed                           

                                                                                         convey like odd fingers or a broken hand

tickling the air or waving from inside a car trunk through a broken taillight

and kept at it

kept at it

trying

with limited abilities

to grab anyones attention

and communicate  --  if not distinctly or accurately  --  Communicate

why would a sheet of eightandahalf by eleven inch paper thumbtacked dead-center to a deep brown fabric bulletin board work as hard as it did

                                                                    EASE

                                                                NO   OO   OR

                                                                   INKS

                                                                 A   WED

                                                                THANK  YOU

two out of three messages THANKed him

                                                                     politely panicked

                                                                   LEASE

                                                                NO  FOOD

                                                                DRINKS

                                                                      OWED

                                                                THANK  YOU

                                                                                        politely panicked

he couldnt resist its beckoning 
                                                  he stood up and walked across the carpet made up of twentyfour inch square tiles whose myriad lines were colored blood rust and hues and agitated greens and laid perpendicular to the other forming

a huge maniacal checkerboard 

 

he stood before the secured spreadeagle page

looked over its literate  stubborn  unflinching  message

then gently stroked its cheek and held its chin with the knuckle of his folded index finger

I hear ya kid  Yaint two dimensional nor too dissimilar from me

he dug the thumbtacks out of its lower corners and freed its upper righthand

then holding it flat to the board beneath the palm of his right hand  

he juggled the tacks in his left into his palm  and with his fingers free he yanked out the last tack

the page sighed 

                            rolled up and curled around his forearm like a sleeve

and held him 
 

                                                                                                                         

1624,  Friday,  21  8. 15