Peircean Leibnezean Quinean Spinozaean Davidsonean Pynchonean Holism and Paranoia

disclaimer its meant be to be read ironically, its self criticsm jesus

You see its eyes

staring back

A hairless biped

almost human, almost an equal

if you were human

but we’re more than that

and they are less

Behind this stare, behind the eyes

is just a vermin looking into a maze

trying to find its survival

willing to say and think anything

for another breath

fresh air or slum air, it cares not

its savagery is forgiving

we are not

our purity

must be protected

by any means

to survive against brutes

our noble cause isn’t only pragmatic

but has claim of ideal superiority

their pragmatism is trivial

to our potential outopia

and for this, the maze they see must be real

with fictitious conclusions

to deviate their attacks

from our health

they don’t see us, they see them

little them

while we, Them, don’t exist

Although some of them blend into us, Them

We are apart

And pure

They don’t even know who we are