Okay, sure, I know. I know. Who the hell doesn’t know? You’d have to not be paying any attention to the externals of your share of space and time on the land beneath your feet to not know. Well, maybe some slack can be cut for those of a very certain age. Let’s say age 7 and under, give or take the unusually curious and well read child, or the very, very old, possibly completely to partially now cognitively impaired elderly (let’s say those who are lingering on well into their 80s, maybe 90s, or past the century mark). Yeah, those exceptions may not know, and the latter category will likely never know, but the former, with their physical and mental maturity on the way, will certainly know. Unless they are a new generation’s incorrigible space cadets.

Know what? Know how the world works. How it functions. How it operates. How it comes at all of us, leaving us the task of figuring out how to deal with it. The world. Whatever part of this world one occupies. Occupies physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially, and with or without understanding how the term “morality” fits into one’s involvement in simply being a living, sentient being in relation to others. You know what I mean? Sure you do. Or Maybe you do. Or not. What is knowable? When can one know anything for certain? Those very young know essentially diddly jack squat but that which their handlers bring to their attention. Again, some very very young people are self-curious and perceptive. Little prodding required. But handlers notwithstanding, with age should come even a very abstract understanding that what they know is not always the same as time goes by. One learns. The known becomes set in the past. New knowledge is there for the understanding. Or maybe knowing but not understanding what is newly knowable, or comprehensible. Two plus two. Equals four. Comprehensible. It is orderly. Irrefutable. Much else that comes from the externals likely will be very refutable, like two plus two now is said to equal three. You know what I mean? You should, assuming you are not far too young or improbably far too old.

You might now be wondering what this posting is getting at. It is not “getting at” so much as having already arrived. Arrived where? To the now knowable, factual, and in most cases of any reader, a matter of the irrefutable becoming very refutable. In fact being refutable. In some cases, however, the now knowable is quite irrefutable and acknowledged as comprehensible. Satisfyingly so. Counter intuitively. You know what I mean? You must. This conflict of comprehension and understanding the new knowable is how the world works now. Part of the sentient, cognitively functional people of the world may see things as acceptable. Others not so much. Likely not at all.  You must know what I mean by now. It is quite incomprehensible in an objective manner of analysis based on facts. Facts are important. But they are neutral parts of any observation and analysis. They become non-neutral depending on how one is using one’s reasoning. Bombs dropped on people will likely kill those people. The fact that bombs were created is another matter. Who would create such a weapon? Then use it? It makes very little sense, but it is a fact. Of life. And death.

Many bombs have been dropped since their creation. For reasons that should defy anyone’s comprehension, but for those who created such an incomprehensible thing. But the fact of the matter is that comprehension can be a result of a literal reality, or a metaphorical application. Do you know what I am talking about? Of course you must know by now. There are quite a few literal bombings, and for as long as bombs have existed. The metaphorical bomb is much more precise a weapon. Precise but then again, its impact may or may not be objectionable. Which, of course, makes no sense. You know what I mean? One person’s pleasure is another person’s punishing blow-back. But why should this be a factual matter? Ever? Inasmuch as a brief study of world history would reveal that our place in the world is a random matter. We are born. Somewhere. Then comes the ever-increasing amount of external forces, some benign.  Some malignant. Thus the need to process and comprehend and, of course, want what is best. You know what I mean?

How are you feeling today? Depends, perhaps, on where you are. Your internals may be functioning as our bodies are designed, in order to possibly live beyond the realm of comprehension (when the mind and body succumb to the inexorable passage of time) but the externals are demanding clarity, comprehension, and a desired usefulness in living a life free of conflicts. If one can benignly accept any new, factual, developments in the externals of life, then no conflict can manifest itself, regardless of how negative others may process the same new developments. That sort of person is either, as already noted, extremely young and easily distracted with simple pleasures, or incredibly old and even if still capable of processing reality, no longer needing to care about it, although likely once might have.

Okay. Do you know what I am talking about? We are all capable of reasoning and reacting in our best interests. What that “best interest” may be is another thing. And right now, here and there, near and far, there is good reason to wonder, what the hell is going on, and why?! And. Depending on your “best interest” you may like what the hell is going on or feel enraged by it, or are used to it, or choose to try and ignore it. And if you do not know what “it” is, then I really do not know what to think or say. That I haven’t thought or said before.

You know what I mean?