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(Now Playing: And Away We Go - Michael McCann)
Today I felt ambitious about a few talking points and my own perspective with regards to said talking points.
-My understanding of the word, in any capacity, is to keep things as they are. In certain ideological facets of our society…
(Now Playing: Raise Your Weapon - Deadmau5)
…conservation is a fantastic concept and should be utilized in any way, shape or form. One idea is that through conservation, we spend less time on reparations and more time on progression of other things. Consider a wall. If said wall were made of toilet paper, that wall would require more time for upkeep than a brick wall, and said time could have otherwise been used to study methods in which walls might be long-lasting…or in other technology altogether; perhaps methods that give us reason to tear down the wall in the first place, allowing people to pass through unobstructed.
Destruction of physical matter or ideations detracts from conservation, but, in some cases, my be required for…
-My understanding of the word, in any capacity, is to let things go free; be it from physical imprisonment or from ideological bonds. The term “Liberty” comes to mind, and that always brings from the subsurface other ideas…
(Now Playing: Everybody Loves Me - One Republic)
…such as political freedom from oppression. Or simply the release of a captive animal, who is going extinct, back into the wild so that it may repopulate the land and continue to bring balance to the ecosystem. Liberation tends to imply that something is already subject to bondage and must be released. Sometimes said bondage is the lack of understanding of the human mind, and not that things are truly bound by any other tenet.
Liberation is the antithesis of conservation, and sometimes, it appears, things must be kept from bouncing around freely, lest it dirupt the conservative efforts, and prevent…
Will not occur in this blog at this time due to a fire alarm. Hopefully I’ll be able to continue the typing and maintain my ideas.
Now that the the fire alarm ended just as abruptly as it began…
(Now Playing: Throwing Fire - Ron Jenkees)
…is, per my understanding, the ideology that - through a collective interaction amongst ourselves and our natural surroundings, be it localized on the planet or in the depths of space - we make strides in improving our own ideas and surroundings so that they better work in tandem with each other, and not in opposition of each other.
I am aware that conflict (opposition) is a natural state of being, in all things large and small, and without it progress would not occur. Conflict, however, has many definitions and representations…some more savory than others. War is - generally, and, surprisingly, not unanimously - considered unsavory. The undulations of the particulate matter in space that we see…
(Now Playing: Laws of Motion - Sole Signal)
…as Galaxies or Nebulae is another form of conflict that is generally considered savory, if not beautiful. Consider, too, the Aurorae in both the Northern and Southern Hemispheres; charged particles emitted from the Sun and the gaseous particles of the Earth’s upper atmosphere come together in conflict, yet produce vivid and awesome colors and patterns that maneuver across the sky.
I feel that, if anything, progress is a subjective term more than Conservation or Liberation. However, all three terms contain some level of subjectivity, due simply to the fact that we’re dealing with the minds of humans, who cannot be implicitly and 100% objective. Objectivity requires critique and challenges to exist within the relam of humanity. The growth of objectivity requires a suspention of belief, to some accord.
(Now Playing: This Love - Maroon 5)
What’s the point of this blog? It’s a conversation to whomever will listen. I’m talking about talking points. I want you to think about what’s going on in my mind, and to think about what’s going on in your mind.
Perhaps you follow this blog because you’re a friend or an enemy, or you ran into this blog due to the tags associated with it. I’m unaware of how you came to read this article, and I’m fine with however you got here, because discourse is my real goal.
So talk about it, won’t you?
Somehow, I am still able to feel.
Today I ran into the Library to pee, but after that, I decided it was the moment to seek out a favored book of mine: The Wise Man’s Fear. I found it in the Popular Library section of the first floor, and immediately tried to find a specific passage; one where the main character has had his body chemistry maliciously altered by Alchemy, and the nature of the alchemical solution is to reduce one’s inhibitions excessively…like when you’re drunk. Problem is, there’s no grogginess or anything really negative like being drunk.
Basically, you’re an immense antisocial asshole. Wonderful.
One side effect of lowered inhibitions is the unintentional removal of emotional walls. Towards the end of the chapter, our hero is dealing with crippling emotions regarding his beloved family who have been previously slaughtered by mystical cretins of an otherwise unknown origin.
When he is writhing in emotional torture, a petite young lady, whose sanity is by no means available, enters into his abode and comforts him. It’s almost as if she were drawn to him through a mother’s instinct. The moment she begins to console him in his anguish, his emotions flood to the surface and he lets it all out. Not having been comforted by a human in so many years has rendered him rather damaged.
I suppose my reason for reading this passage is something like that of an emotional cutter…I become aware of the fact that I can still feel emotions. It’s inevitable, when I read this passage, or others from the same book or prequel, tears will emerge, whether I suppress them or allow them to flow in full force.
I’m not exactly certain why this passage gets to me the way it does. But I suppose it’s good that I continue to release the emotional valve once in a while, lest the valve rust shut, never to release any other emotions. Noone wants to be associated with an emotionless husk.
I’m sure if I read the preceding words in this post, I’ll become aware of why I am emotionally stirred by the passage. But right now, my concious is not aware.
In due time.
How inappropriate of me. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? I’m making fart jokes on the internet. Grow up.
This is what I’ve heard all my life, and I’m tired of people trying to censor who I am. Yeah, I do things that are generally considered inappropriate. Unfortunately, many others feel that their behavior is just fine; smokers blowing smoke into people’s faces, drunks getting into fights, people cutting in line, taking more than their fair share of food or other resources, doing virtually nothing for others whilst they take, take, take.
Yeah, and my fucking words are what bothers people. Seriously?
I hope, one day, I’ll meet someone who can fart and burp with me, who curses, uses massive quantities of inuuendo, and just plain doesn’t give a fuck about simple little words and actions that have no malice behind them. What I do does not negatively affect the world around the people who complain, it’s just that they aren’t able to handle random behaviors from an”adult”.
Pee pee, vagina.