Saturday, February 21, 2009
For those of you who, like me, have been looking for some truism, or truisms, to guide your lives by, I’d like to propose risk as the singular verity of life. I figured that to do this, to convince you all - proof positive, without a fucking doubt – that taking risks is the only thing in this bunny beat existence that can make you happy, I’d have to present a series of examples over time using an essay-reminiscent blog. I also know that the explicitly implicit examples I choose will need to span the depth of your lives and illicit the gleaning of gleams of reason, thenice Venice kicking you square in the cunt, and with any luck, get you to see risk as the pepper drug you need to get off track and back into the saddle. I’m also going to try to show you that risk is so much more than just a key to happiness. I intend to demonstrate that almost every decision you make, in one way or another, is about the risks you face. If you think about it, risk parallels every aspect of life, and may be the only common thread in life. And eventually, using a crucifix as a crutch to the crux, I’m going to take a risk by proposing that civilization itself is structured around the minimization of certain risks and the institutionalization of others. Along the way I’m going to swear, start sentences with butts, make up words (thenice !?!?!) and generally deliberately run the risk of alienating people and shaming my family.