Conflicting Contrarian Counterfactual Contradictions

Conflicting Contrarian Counterfactual Contradictions


Conflicting contrarian counterfactual contradictions contradict themselves,
Contradicting nothing and everything imaginable.
Howling at the moonlight on a hot summer night,
Metaphysical straw dogs, chase their own tales,
Barking at everything, everybody, and nothing,
Barking at everybody, and licking their balls,
Ask not, what can be done for contrarians,
But what can contradictions do for you?
Contrarian counterfactuals, contradict,
Conflicting evidence of contradiction,
Evidence, they contradict anything,
Doing nothing, they abide nothing!
Doing nothing, they reject nothing!
Doing nothing find any acceptance.
Doing nothing, accept contentment.
Nothing from nothing ain't nothing,
Ya gotta have somethin’ if ya wanna,
So be careful, to pay greater attention,
To whatever is missing from this picture,
Reconcile what’s missing with its contents,
For, once you have eliminated the impossible,
Whatever remains, no matter how improbable,
Must be true.
Yogi Berra was a humble baseball player,
Who became instantly famous overnight,
Running in from left field exclaiming,
"90% of this game, is half-mental!"
Come hell or high water, rain or shine,
Yogi always knew how to play the game,
And, always had fun on Let’s Make a Deal,
Wearing his usual humble baseball uniform,
Knowing if you don't know where you're going, you are already there,
For what profit it a man if he should gain the world, but lose his soul?
(Sr Arthur Conan Dole)​

 

My poetry is shamanistic and includes a lot of references to nature and shamanism and optical illusions even, and this one touches on the concept of a "contrarian" which can be thought of as the Lilliputians in Gulliver's Travels. In the story they were constantly at war over which end of a poached egg you should break first. From a hippie point of view, countless arguments, if not most, are just as pointless.

My father has the gift of sparkling laughter, the infectious kind, and my sister describes his laughter as "Santa, chuckling at the silly elves losing their tempers and performing slapstick". When we argue, he will often start laughing and we yell at him to stop laughing which, of course, makes him laugh all the harder. My dad is a fool, and nobody in his entire family will ever let anyone else call him that, because he's the first one to admit he's not the sharpest pencil in the box, and nobody would have him change for the world.

Note the references to Sherlock Holmes and Yogi Berra, allow the poem to summarize how fuzzy logic bridges classical logic and quantum mechanics. Sherlock provides the more abstract view of life.