Our -isms will not love us back…
The -isms don’t serve humanity; humanity serves the -isms.
My -ism is an idol, who or what am I sacrificing to it?
My -ism will not satisfy my hunger for meaning but it will eat me alive.
No -ism ever made a community that didn’t, in the end, eat itself…
All the -isms are a useless attempt to unwet water.
© The Grumpy Old Dilettante, 2021