zodiac12 Feb 2006
My opinion isn't overrated. It's certified "Excellent" by a panel of nine international judges, highest and lowest dropped. Consider instead that you're acting like a child because someone didn't tell you what a godawful genius you are. Well - now that your ego's down to size, let's consider one of your so-called paradoxes:
"We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers". This is not technically a paradox, as there's no understood or expressed connection between building-height and temper. Indeed, the opposite could be said to be true: everyone knows that walking up tall buildings makes you angry, while Aboriginals are perfectly happy in their mud hovels.
But perhaps you meant "People expend a lot of energy working for something that's not an expressed priority (i.e., taller buildings), while not working very hard for something that is an expressed priority (more patience and understanding)." Well, for one, why didn't you - or whoever made that email forward list of "paradoxes of our times" - say so? And for two, it's not true. This is a time of longer tempers, as is proven by anything more than a passing glance at history.
Looking through the rest of your list, I see most of those "paradoxes" fall into one or more of the following categories:
(1) not technically paradoxical,
(2) not true, and
(3) folk pithiness; something that sounds clever to people like you because it uses "opposite words" - short/long, quick/slow, etc. - but on cursory examination deflates like guff souffle.
Inasmuch as (3) is true, this should be the most profound thing you've ever heard:
I am smart, but you are foolish.
In short, you are not going to be able to out-sense me, neither here nor in the Thunderdome of your choice. Your "moonlight paradox" presents no paradox. Anywhere. In addition, it's misspelled, mispunctuated, rambling, focusless, and overloaded with words that, by universal agreement, should never be used in poetry again. If it helps, you can go zero all my poems now. On your way out, please considering reading some actual modern poetry somewhere. It's been swell.