Good **and** bad

Yes -- "and".

Too much of a good thing...

and people become idealistic about the difference, between goodness and badness. They say that they oppose one another. Such nonsense, no?

I can bring you stinky tofu that smells bad and tastes good, and pour you coffee that smells good and tastes bad.

I can play you songs by Michael Jackson or P Diddy that are rad, and then interviews with the people they harmed that are sickening.

Sickening? Maybe "sick, bruh". Because your dis-ease is no disease, and only shows you have room to grow.

Because growth is good, aside from unlimited growth, which is usually cancer, which is probably now a label we need to apply when we speak deeply about the human condición - no longer simply the condición of the surroundings upon us poor humans, also necessarily the condición of us damn humans upon our poor ecology.

Yep, good is good and bad is bad and good is bad and bad is good.

And occasionally there are spaces in the middle of good and bad, no one has a real label for - "not good" or "not bad" are real cheeky, and we know that cheeky buggers are bad bugs in the system, a system which has been bad from the beginning, when it all began under good god, where is this all going!?

Sorry for the bad profanity, of course.

Sin is bad, such as vanity, and then some people decided vanity is fair enough, only failed to consider how vain fairness can be.

Religion is good, only does so much harm, because legions of lig-amented lig-atures are unable to realize that their binding principle chafes and strangles dissención, or growth; and their parody of delusional diversity-shaming places a real bind on the idea of inclusion at all; the coffee shops in church lobbies emphasizing the daily grind, the crushing mechanisms at dismal play inside the arching souls and soul-braced arches of these organism-acións.

Language is collapsing, or eroding, or being replaced; body language is the championed norm, the musical expression of your morning cuppa stress and release can make the rounds around the round earth before the flat-toned bottom bass lines can respond, and the responses roll in, some good and some bad, processed into dopamine or seratonin or rage, and then ignored.

Any good market or bad market is unable to mark my words, and marks more numbers, in an endless panoplogue, so solemn logical pixels can dance upon the screens of phones, and the prompters of newscasters, who imagine that they can induce more of an audience by describing bumps and blips in business - regardless of how many calculi those numbers embed inside, than by examinación of the praxis underlying those companies' supposed gains, or supposed losses, simply a consequence of no one possessing the educación or means to demand explanación from a corporación, the public market being shy of exposure, of their bare bottom- landing on some page's head- line.