Cancer cancer cancer cancer
Why does no one have the answer?
Organoids organoids says Shiv
They can help us continue to live
We need antibodies to give
Organoids organoids and that in vitro culture
Those B cells producing antibodies ain’t gonna falter
Well maybe
What’s left to say?
The petri dishes
We rely on them so much
They give life to those stem things
Organizing into groups and rings
Where’s their identity?
Ah to help the world in this century
Well maybe
Well maybe not
The identity is dropped
But no one cares
We can do without
It’s special
It’s not special
Kind of like you no?
Special but not really?
If you’re a realist at least
Your identity is subsumed by the group identity
I mean let’s face it
Are there really any quasigroups out there
Organoid organoid
Sounds like groupoid
Or monoid
Centroid
Ellipsoid
Homoeoid
Algebroid
Paranoid
Longoid
Listoid
It’s hard to A-void
the-void
But it’s sometimes unavoidable
No
Don’t be a caterpillar in the wind
Like dandelions and roses
Ruining my PB&Jelly
Don’t drift along with the complacency of a human
In a sea of jelly
No I mean desert no I mean forrest no I mean space
Yes space
Get out of my space
But you deny property rights?
Was Nozick the first libertarian?
Of course!
But to minimize temporal law
What a minimization! No!
It must change, adapt, but always in accord with something higher
Distributive justice?
No! There is no transfer of justice! Justice is fixed
Only beholden by the mind’s eye
Says Augustine
But surely temporal law is just and in accordance with justice
And temporal law is like a foggy mist
It comes and lingers and then cease to exist
Ah so justice is subject to change
But no! Justice is an intelligible!
Augustine falls on his knees in agony
“That’s ok I’ll just write another book changing my views”
After all philosophy itself isn’t an intelligible, I mean how could it be?
Fill up your mind with knowledge!
Drain it like a sink and restart
This is philosophy, it comes and goes like waves
Cancer comes and goes in waves, no?
The peak is a resolution or a death
Maybe with organoids it can be a resolution
But with philosophy, it must always be death
For the only positive thing to say is death
I’ve never seen someone use poetry to recount a Rose event! It’s really refreshing, I hope more people choose to be more creative like this!
Drink of disease
Knowledge it bears
The body in the mortuary is covered in maggots
See how they feed and move so deftly through the skin.
Time passes on as innumerable days
Seconds, hours, God’s immaculate plan
Good, Augustine tells me,
But I would prefer not to.
We study the cancer
Filthy, fully, a mighty schwoooop.
I swipe my finger up, fruitlessly across a table.
Yet knowledge it bears
Is to learn a thing of guilt?
Not if learning is done for good.
What is good?
I can’t remember.