The Petroglyph & Peccata Minuta
Updated: Jun 16, 2020
Today we ask
what is the meaning
of anything?
All the mundane aspects
of life and all the great works
of the great men and women
are all just different types
of peccata minuta.
Maybe all the great works
are bigger peccata minuta
but how can we honestly justify
making such tiny distinctions?
Oh, but you still want a Great Passion
to justify your tiny and
almost indiscernible existence!
You still deem yourself worthy
of transcending the realm
of peccata minuta!
Very well. What is enough to justify
the psychological underpinnings
of purposeful human behavior?
Is making your mother proud enough?
Just what is enough to justify a life?
And how much pressure on the bones
is enough to question its viability?
But, is it really a question of its viability?
No, it's not a question of its viability.
It's a question of its justification.
Like when they say that time on TV
is very expensive they seem to forget
that if time on TV is expensive
time in space is not always even possible
or available or lasting or predictable
or replaceable or repeatable.
It's not a question of the viability of life in general.
It's a question of the justifiability
of our individual time in space.
It's a question of the intimate use
of our time and of our space.
Some of us are still working on it.
Not to be confused with any of the other poetically inclined pastries; there are quite a few of us. Buttered Roll is a poet, visual artist, and performer. He is making a concerted effort to locate his car keys. Buttered Roll has been a featured performer at numerous venues across the greater NYC area and his work has been published in Breadcrumbs Magazine, The Esthetic Apostle, and Mother Water Vol. 1.
Sergio Satélite is still writing his bio. But we all love him nonetheless. :)