Overheard

Dre v Busta on the train today,

a long-winded conversation

battling about personal preference.

The only way to know for absolutely

certain would be to compare facts:

albums sold,

gold, 

platinum, 

diamonds,

cars, 

houses,

bitches,

blunts,

bling.

Facts.

There is no way to argue the truth

of who was better.  We cannot compare

truths.  There is no objective truth.

History is not static, because it compares

truth.

The facts are simple.  Acts are far more complicated.

When we study facts, we are looking for the trends.

A logical progression,

a consistency,

an inconsistency,

a wreath-hung door on every page.

And we do it come at some kind of understanding, 

some kind of truth.  But until we come at some kind

of truth,

we argue

the merits

of our personal tastes.

You know what we're really arguing about don't you?

You know what we are actually getting at?

Do you know what our act reveals?

I want to be better than you.

That's what we all want, isn't it:

to feel fucking better about our

shithole existences, so we argue

our point of view to prove in an

incontrovertible way that I am 

better than you.

There is no point in 

arguing the veracity

of personal truths.