And, of the methodology of social studies, the lady spoke, saying,
“It should be art and not science.”
Make it poetry, not dictum.
Art inspires; science Informs.
science is Hard. judges.
Art is soft. Encourages.
one is known by how it Does;
One is known by the noun containing It.
A real Kant of a reckoning:
The false premise that existence is a predicate.
Existing adds nothing to the essence of a being.
De quocumque prædicatur aliquid quod non.
Of whomsoever it is used in reference to something which is not.
one is observer bias.
One is observer effect.
But, Which is which and of whom is Who?
Make it unironically magnanimous.
Make it impervious to dogma susceptible to leveraging.
Make it conversational and able to play devil’s advocate with no consequence.
The difference between a petty enemy and a formidable foe is metaphysically existential.
The Art of making a soft dialectic is the diabolical epitome of all that is Holy and Hard, of having an ally in the brethren of the adversarial.
“Let the catbird/s sing,” she whispers.
“All that is well and good;” he redundently says, “but, how do we pragmatically comply with this epistle?”
“How should I know? I’m a poet not a scientist,” she concedes, giggling at the purposeful farce of her own reasoning.
(And for the Time-Being, she continues to enjoy the half and half in her coffee.)