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.............hopefully counted since april 25, 05 ...........
10.27.2005
wildly contentious (aka. not really)
Sorry about that last post....the deal was fresh in my mind and I had to just vent it out to something or someone...if you're interested, call me....otherwise, lets let it rest...
Everything is a decision, and my indecisiveness spoons everything up into one big mangely clump...thoughts are running through my head in every possible causal direction, though the one that usually plays out is the one that has never occurred...I try moving myself past the conceptualization based on current emotions and apparent trends (emotional forcasting or lifestyle suggesting you could call it) and bring my mind into the knowledge that I am what I it and there are no mistakes....to paraphrase a genius.
What then is the importance, friends willing of existential debate? To enjoy and live and evolve without a care for the outcome...passing by humanized suggestions that control is within your grasp, that you can forcast your destiny?...that leaves.... blank. EXACTLY. Nothing...knowingness without knowing, knowledge without understanding, lethargically and apathetically transcendant. It is strange that words can have such demeaning connotations, and it tickles me to arrange them in a way that is contrary to their learned implications...to linguistically contextualize converse inferences...that last phrase was also just for fun, but for another reason altogether.... and if I could get back on track of a philisophical pandering, at this point, I would...but alas, where has it gone. Infact, I think we have surrepititiously arrived.
As my mind wanders in and out of its stunning polarities, my humanity feels lost like a child who walks halfway into a movie...(a quasi-cameo, or a misrepresented lebowskism??)...where have you gone it says to me??...where are you going???...virtues? yes or no?...temperment and patience, humility, understanding....learned or inherited..??...have you practiced YOUR finer human qualities lately?...i'm looking at the floor for my contact lenses. Though I can see fine without them I still cannot seem to find the suckers...Methinks at this point a target needs to be constructed...from the materials of faith, and the soul should become so attuned to that target, night and day, that it may be located during all times, in all weather, at all distances, in the black of night....that when times come, as they certainly do for us humans (on trafalgar, time would do nothing of the sort) when it is necessary to fire a shot on the behalf of our humanity, each one of us will fire without flinching, without contmeplation or wonder and most of all without fear, at that which we understand so vividly to exist in that moment of our lives...at the unchanging charecter of human existance...
General Romeo Dallaire gives a talk at Concordia on Tuesday.... ¶ 14:07
Everything is a decision, and my indecisiveness spoons everything up into one big mangely clump...thoughts are running through my head in every possible causal direction, though the one that usually plays out is the one that has never occurred...I try moving myself past the conceptualization based on current emotions and apparent trends (emotional forcasting or lifestyle suggesting you could call it) and bring my mind into the knowledge that I am what I it and there are no mistakes....to paraphrase a genius.
What then is the importance, friends willing of existential debate? To enjoy and live and evolve without a care for the outcome...passing by humanized suggestions that control is within your grasp, that you can forcast your destiny?...that leaves.... blank. EXACTLY. Nothing...knowingness without knowing, knowledge without understanding, lethargically and apathetically transcendant. It is strange that words can have such demeaning connotations, and it tickles me to arrange them in a way that is contrary to their learned implications...to linguistically contextualize converse inferences...that last phrase was also just for fun, but for another reason altogether.... and if I could get back on track of a philisophical pandering, at this point, I would...but alas, where has it gone. Infact, I think we have surrepititiously arrived.
As my mind wanders in and out of its stunning polarities, my humanity feels lost like a child who walks halfway into a movie...(a quasi-cameo, or a misrepresented lebowskism??)...where have you gone it says to me??...where are you going???...virtues? yes or no?...temperment and patience, humility, understanding....learned or inherited..??...have you practiced YOUR finer human qualities lately?...i'm looking at the floor for my contact lenses. Though I can see fine without them I still cannot seem to find the suckers...Methinks at this point a target needs to be constructed...from the materials of faith, and the soul should become so attuned to that target, night and day, that it may be located during all times, in all weather, at all distances, in the black of night....that when times come, as they certainly do for us humans (on trafalgar, time would do nothing of the sort) when it is necessary to fire a shot on the behalf of our humanity, each one of us will fire without flinching, without contmeplation or wonder and most of all without fear, at that which we understand so vividly to exist in that moment of our lives...at the unchanging charecter of human existance...
General Romeo Dallaire gives a talk at Concordia on Tuesday.... ¶ 14:07
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Words...words...words...they are tools of the mind...some like bricks, heavy and misshapen..some are like a fresh breeze that take you places you've never been...some are like finely sharpened scalpels that will cut you and you will barely notice...but most of all they are the tendrils of the mind that lash out to other minds..cutting, soothing, or infecting as in a certain benevolent or malevolent virus....
A major factor of most existential debate that is often overlooked is the comfort to be had in lethargy and apathy, especially for those whose natural inclination for the 'truth' in the existential sense in which you speak. There is a terror in decision, for to admit a paradigm which would be the answer to such a black and white question is to further that other contending claims are either false or irrelevant: that's the nature of the question. I find comfort in a train of thought which you began but cut short, the meaning of the 'converse inferences'you spoke of. It is more than a mere linguistic exercise, for what is the deeper question of "knowledge without understanding"? Is it a question of being able to touch 'knowledge' (as a concept)in principle or perhaps does it touch more upon a problem of awareness, something to ascribe to certain people who have the words sans the concept. Further, to really dig at the boundries of contradictory words and ideas often leads to at least some 'shades of grey' (contra B&W) which will make more clear the nature of the question you are actually wishing to ask.
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