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✍🏾 MOOD
Quietly triumphant — like a man walking away from a storm he did not cause but still endured.
🧭 THEME
Elegance under fire.
🗝️ KEYWORD
Disputations
📚 SUBJECT
Legal duels, forgotten yams, artificial minds, and the satisfaction that blooms from preparedness.
📖 WORDQUEST
agnoiology
/ˌæɡ.niˈɒl.ə.dʒi/
The study of ignorance or unknowable things.
🧠 A scholar sifting fog with a butterfly net.
He began his day in quiet agnoiology, uncertain whether the book cover would ever arrive.
🔎 A graceful admission of what lies beyond one’s knowing.
Her philosophy of love was rooted in agnoiology—knowing what not to know too soon.
🔎 Some truths ripen only in time.
pogonotomy
/ˌpɒɡ.əˈnɒt.ə.mi/
The act of shaving or trimming a beard.
🧠 A ritual razor carving silence into a monk’s face.
His morning stretch felt like a pogonotomy of habit—scraping away excuses, exposing muscle.
🔎 Shaping discipline with daily care.
He performed a pogonotomy on his beliefs, removing what no longer served.
🔎 Editing one’s inner doctrine.
erst
/ɜːst/
Formerly; at a previous time.
🧠 A coat hanging in an empty hallway, still shaped by the person who wore it.
The erst yam, once firm and fragrant, lay spoiled—a soft reminder of neglect.
🔎 Time’s quiet sabotage.
He walked past the house of his erst mentor, now boarded up and forgotten.
🔎 Some legacies dissolve without ceremony.
superannuated
/ˌsuː.pərˈæn.ju.eɪ.tɪd/
Obsolete from age or past use; retired.
🧠 A grandfather clock in a digital hallway.
The superannuated rituals of deposition held surprising elegance when met with grace.
🔎 Old forms can still reveal new truths.
Though the procedure was superannuated, his bearing made it feel dignified.
🔎 The vessel may age, but presence revives it.
malison
/ˈmæl.ɪ.sən/
A curse; spoken condemnation.
🧠 A whisper that withers.
Upon discovering the yam’s decay, he muttered a private malison—directed not at fate but himself.
🔎 A reflex of regret.
The critic’s words were not review but malison—poison dressed in punctuation.
🔎 Malice feigning intellect.
disputations
/ˌdɪs.pjʊˈteɪ.ʃənz/
Formal arguments or debates.
🧠 Owls in spectacles debating the dawn.
What began as legal disputations soon became dialogue, rich with mutual regard.
🔎 Conflict tempered by respect.
Their marriage dissolved not with drama, but endless disputations of what was never said.
🔎 Some battles are fought with silence.
🏛️ APHORISM
Marcus Aurelius
“If anyone can refute me—show me I’m making a mistake or looking at things from the wrong perspective—I’ll gladly change. It’s the truth I’m after.”
🔎 COMMENTARY
Aurelius reminds us that the true philosopher seeks correction, not comfort. A deposition, like life, is not a performance—it is a revealing. When faced with disputation, the wise do not flinch. They listen. They adjust. They rise.
❓ QUESTIONS OF VALUE
What if the most profound victories are those not loudly declared, but quietly lived?
🔎 Some triumphs echo inward, not outward.
🛠️ PRINCIPLE IN PRACTICE
Answer even adversaries with clarity and calm. The world often watches not how we win, but how we withstand.
🪶 POEM
The Spoiled Yam
A yam gone soft, no fault but mine,
An erst delight turned past its prime.
A cover late, a silence steeped,
In agnoiology, I reaped.
But oh—how well the questions came,
Each one a spark, each answer flame.
The law’s superannuated page,
Felt reborn in that digital stage.
✍🏾 ELEGANT TURN OF PHRASE
A disputation of presence
His arrival at noon sparked a disputation of presence—no faces, only absence.
🔎 A scheduled moment made uncertain by poor planning.
The courtroom wasn’t tense, it was a disputation of presence—ego clashing with preparation.
🔎 Authority was earned, not asserted.
They sat in silence, each breath a disputation of presence, unwilling to yield the space.
🔎 Stillness became the loudest voice.
🔎 Interpretive Summary:
Presence is not just being seen—it is being undeniable.
🏛️ STILLPOINT
The Stoics taught that composure is sovereignty. Whether facing fire or farce, the self must not be bartered away. In a world rife with disputations, with interruptions and unmet expectations, one’s clarity is the last honest currency.
Today’s miscommunications were met not with malice, but with poise. In that choice—to pause rather than protest, to respond rather than react—there lies mastery. When we prepare well, we may still be surprised, but never shaken.
🔎 Stillness is not stagnation. It is readiness, unannounced.
🧎🏾♂️ REFLECTIONS OF GRATITUDE
I am grateful for the odd peace of boiled eggs at noon,
for questions that arrive dressed as battles but leave as bows,
for the accidental poetry of a forgotten yam,
and for the smile of a man I was meant to oppose.
For the quiet strength it takes to stand still when others forget you’re waiting.
And for the discipline that turns old forms into fresh triumphs.
🪔 AFFIRMATION
I meet disorder with dignity.
I wear silence like armor.
And when I am summoned to speak—
I speak with the steadiness of earned truth.
RMS DEVOTIONAL
Title: The Spoiled Yam (2025)
Medium: Digital Painting
Reflecting Randy Sydnor’s application of his unique technique, Mnephonics, this medium blends visual storytelling with symbolic language to evoke memory, learning, and reflection.
Style of Art: Realism with Symbolist Undertones
Dimensions: 1024 x 1024 px
Copyright: Randy Sydnor, The Mnephonist
Description:
A spoiled yam. Simple. Unpretentious. Yet in its quiet decay, a metaphor unfolds. This still life speaks not merely of time’s effects on flesh and fiber, but of the moments we let spoil through inattention — the softening of resolve, the quiet rot of delay.
Rendered in the warm tonal textures of digital realism, the piece echoes the chiaroscuro sensibilities of Dutch still life masters. The yam, bruised and discolored, sits heavily on a weathered wooden ledge — a corporeal subject rendered with the gravitas of a monument. The Mnephonics technique imbues the image with mnemonic intent: the yam becomes the embodiment of forgotten tasks and lapsed opportunities, rooting the viewer in the soil of personal accountability.
Its form is blunt yet expressive — the curvature of its spine, the mottle of its hide, the slow blackening along its edge — all whispering that delay has a cost. It becomes a moral portmanteau: part nature, part negligence. The yam is no longer sustenance, but symbol.
There are no supporting elements — and that absence is the point. The solitary yam rests unaccompanied, framed by abstraction. The viewer is given no distraction, no redemption, only reflection. This minimalist austerity nods to Stoic restraint — an homage to Seneca’s warning that waste is rarely accidental. “Life is long,” he wrote, “if you know how to use it.”
Muted ochres, siennas, and umbers evoke earth, entropy, and time. The shadows curve around the yam like consequence. The backdrop, flecked with abstract brushwork, avoids narrative intrusion, allowing the object — and the word it represents — to dominate.
The Spoiled Yam invites the viewer not just to behold an image but to confront a question: What have I let spoil that once promised nourishment? The yam may be soft, but its message is not.
© Randolph M. Sydnor
Prints and digital sale of work is available
Email for more information: rsydnor@mnephonics.com
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