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Chris Gaither

Chris Gaither

All I Want for Xmas

I was one of the ones who craved
religion without religion
 
This, apparently
was easy to arrange
 
But now that I’m longing for
the secular without religion
I’ve been informed
like the last kid who believes in Santa
that there’s no such thing

Autres oeuvres par Chris Gaither...
The New Ontological Proof

Delusions of grandeur about yourse… Are inevitable Delusions of grandeur about God Are impossible Which is how
King of the Molehill

Where once man strove to move mountains now he settles for making them
How to Repress Your Will to Power so You Need Never Bind It to the Will of God

The surest sign That people don’t know what they w… Is when they want to have it both… But since you can’t have it both w… They settle for enforcing one way
That Way Sadness Lies

The only way to survive being abandoned is to love with abandon
Picture This

A poem is worth A thousand pictures A life is worth A thousand paper cuts So, if I were to
Haiku

Nobody grows up wanting to be a mot– ivational speaker
Buried at Sea

When people say I live on my phone I wonder how they withstand the pr… Of eight tons per square inch
Ironic Distance Is Self-distancing

You know a hipster is aging gracef… When he comes to see that Objects in mirror Are closer than they appear
“The first thing I learned about ChatGPT was that if it doesn’t know, it makes it up”

“Did you know that your brain regularly fills in for missing information, much of the time without you even knowing that this is going on?” “(I)t happens so very quickly and without con...
I Don’t Know About the Chicken and the Egg, but Believing Comes Before Seeing

With God as my witness I can look and then see With man as my witness I can’t see, but I can touch With AI as my witness
If You Are Saved From Your Undoing, You Can’t Be Saved By Your Undoing

Guilty, I’d pled when left for dead for what I had said but as the undead squeezed my bonehead
“I don’t cook; I warm”

I trusted the process It wrought processed food I’m still processing
The Work Never Ends

Upon my retirement I thought to myself Maybe now I can get some work don…
To Fly!

Like many people I have dreams in which I’m flying but in mine I’m always flying
Irreconcilable Differences

My curated self has asked me for a divorce



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