May 5th 2025
Monday, May 05, 2025
Music
Sunday, May 04, 2025
disciplined panic's
In my time, considering I am, a petty individual, that too which I expect a great deal of from myself. I suppose this is the fledgling part of my personality, to which my inner thoughts have a great deal of moral disregard toward. In so much of an undying wish, it seems less trivial to me - how little next to who I want to be - actually is or not. I'm not speaking in terms of power or monetary measure. What I am inferring is the value I place, as inadequate as, I make-believe it to be. Perhaps, my only solace in life are, in fact, the true colours which penetrate my belief's. Therefore, there is nothing nothing can hide from myself, but, in truth - I find so much false - not in my own beliefs, but in the honesty of others.
When I put myself in another person's shoes, I immediately feel the consequences of those, which rather deviate from the norm in their own form of existence.
It is through this 'talent' I acquire almost everything I possibly know, because, only because, I am - a individual of high ethical standards toward no particular end in motive. I've always had the habit of encountering a steadfast look into the future, without being aware of a consequence whether right or wrong, good or bad, my impervious nature would always materialize in regulating itself. It is that sense of illustrating myself, in emotional antiquity, which pursues a dynamic within that order of empirical freedom. Perhaps, it is this same reason, my universal self, has settled for the beauty in my suffering of a rational sadness in the universe's. (I have given this much thought, obviously.)
It is, however, that I am in a reversal of decay - be it morally - or otherwise spiritual. I realize, I have the voice to carry my investigation outwardly, onto, a morbid - less morbid - influence from those fundamentally poisoning of thought, autonomy, into - an inward direction - where the transformation is holistic in its divinity.
Who - the truth be told - am I.
Poetic Wager
A wine glass has always since been the best cause of prohibition, it helps keep me out of harms way, just another man without a gun, yet some will say such perpetual motion cannot be invented because it goes against the laws of physics.
Waking metaphor
I have no fear of anything right now, in fact, feeling this immune most days is a rarity. Then, when flipping across the channel of cable television, we get sports. . . such as the media talk-shows they call 'news' casts. You let yourself go, don't wake me while I'm sleeping through this, before you know it. . . it's that ridiculous boflex commercial with an anabolic trainer stating how his wife supposedly gives him a creepy wink "every now and then", which he follows up with laughter ( - or a sudden urge in resistance of being mauled by a tiger which the viewers don't see.)
What is it today, with our sudden acumen with obsession in reality television, if not that, then the presence of capitalist death threats on our cable systems, "if you don't buy - buy - buy - we - won't - sell - sell - sell." Did someone forget to set the alarm clock, please don't, let's not wake up to it.
Today, I see so much dis-infatuation on a very concrete level in observation.
Yesterday, the Pittsburgh Penguins sleep-walked their way across Montreal Canadiens, Bell Center, when it occurred to me an insightful Don Cherry commentary, "They shouldn't have got into that brawl (end of 2'nd period) it woke them (Pens) up." Insinuating that the Penguins were marching out into the 3rd period with victory on their minds. The very same thing came across to me as well. In fact, it all made perfect sense, what Cherry said - I thought must have meant - The players who get paid a million dollars on average, are playing as actors, not as athletes without a cause, not knowing who is going to score, who will win, whatever the cost. They are conscious of who they are as actors, ready to get the right call from the referee, the great star player treatment (Crosby) who should score that pricey goal.
When Scot Gomez was collecting Crosby's dribble during the ensued "brawl" all I saw was Crosby lamenting at Gomez, in a sorry state of affairs whispered, "Psst, you know me, who I am, I'm too valuable to do this stuff, we're on television." Gomez, dressed in his Habs outfit, a Stanley Cup winner with the NJ Devils, seemed to know the complacent route was the premeditated, almost planned, seemingly conscious election of choice to take. I re-thought this assessment, knowing what I was watching was a lie, a foolish experiment, where winning did not decide the outcome, money has.
I truly believe this New NHL phase has really done no one else a favour, using my advice as my moral resource for action, I simply realized how completely unaware I was of the factors people forget we have yet to control ourselves.
In my mind, if I had half the talent these guys have, would I waste it on money for the looks of it, now I see why these bread-winners have such notoriety right under our very noses all along.
Saturday, May 03, 2025
origami
I find it borderline. How laughable it is to see how much a person, I describe myself as, can change their lives. And in this defense for myself against those reading - resort to what is:
The Last days of Summer [completed]
What is wisdom. The better question is how do you brand wisdom.
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It is a curious form of ideal.
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The world we live in has not made up the ultimate answer to this question: 'What is the meaning of life.'
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Make no mistake, wisdom is an ideal that creates this into a form of an anomaly. My own belief in wisdom is an existential one. Therefore, my mistaking what wisdom is on the surface of life's greatest unknown variable. Wisdom, virtually has no place in history from which to govern our most intimate of understanding.
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Perhaps - perhaps this is what is lacking in our everyday manner of a life well lived. Is wisdom really the archetype for survival, a lot of what we consider as our immediate survival is how we inform our understanding of ourselves in the world.
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So let me apply this same question to mean something as an anti-thesis into theoretical wisdom, or on terms of reverse-psychology, so that the question remains simple. How does wisdom brand you?
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Some would conceive this notion as an absurd attempt at reason, or at the very least establish, within reason, something that sounds remotely plausible in ordination.
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However, I am not here talking about how rational thinking somehow informs your ideas, or that the basis of instruction is a friendlier version of gods trust in you.
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What I am proposing is the reverse psychology in its approximation is. . . abstract. Purely abstract, hypothetical and abductive [logic].
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Why pretend we live in a world, without it being 1- a permanent vacation spot where 2- we have invented history on some level of 'survival' 3- which we have recorded as stone carvers.
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That the three step process is (a) what is wisdom (b) how do you brand wisdom (c) how does wisdom brand you?
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As I mentioned already, I think of wisdom as a theoretical device, in its opposition - what I come back to 'the idea' of what is rational. Some would mistake language as the cause of knowledge, all of it in fact. I would substitute that with a barbituate element (i.e. psychological nature) rather than traditionally - knowledge requires factual evidence, either tangible or conduit to a particular thing.
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"Any preoccupation with ideas of what is right and wrong in conduct shows an arrested intellectual development." -- Oscar Wilde
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Socrates would have agreed with me, that self-knowledge is wisdom. My proposition is instilled in that belief, however, I also ask - how does that wisdom become self-knowledge. "I think therefore I am." - to me can appear as an inanity. I think that true skill comes in the art of abstraction, to a point that wisdom becomes a model in and of itself. What this implies is the question of awareness, sophisticated or infantile is no matter they are one in the same instance. People prefer to look at wisdom as a tool of some kind doing with age, when I am interested in what is ageless. That is a good starting point.
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I find it borderline tasteless, how indiscriminate minds can write off their least powerful of evidence. I am speaking - of course - re; attitude.
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There are many different ways in subjugating the term of attitude as something of a tangent, it is far too broad an idea that varies from both good and evil. That is not my point here. What this entails is that attitude in part to the modern day conventions of possession and the accumulation of wealth has blinded us.
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This may appear as an absurdity to most people conditioned in the art of consumption, I refer 'attitude' as the heart of supply and demand. The kind of thinking that takes place between how restrictions allow the average mind, to satisfy an endearing type of ego. Therefore, I apply attitude to revolutionary aims.
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Here is a good working dissertation involving the question of wisdom and awareness:
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"The only person who needs to accept you is yourself." (Cheryl Bercier, 2013)
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That is true. But if that is true, it is also true that no one believes me. There is where the point is taken. A powerful made message, that gets you laughed at. Thinking for yourself is not a good quality in today's day and age, because if you do, I have found it goes against the normal conventions people end up attacking you with. (Which without it being the modern day dilemma:) forget how everything seems to be fashionable in the world and why is it all that matters. Does that sound impractical??
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Try for even a day to truly move against the norms in society as I have = by trading in your entire existence for the purpose of a totally radical way of thoughts, to completely abolish what is perceived as normal you risk being seen as borderline irrational.
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That is where I say you have to go to get anywhere even closest to the edge of your mind.
Rejection follows denial
People that go out of their way to be pathetic are my heros. 1- They want you to know how much they dislike me. 2- That I am a terrible person deserves to feel bad about myself. 3- That they insult my intelligence, but the worst I can feel is insulted if even worth giving them credit. 4- Their ego-driven lifestyle fools everyone but not I.
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I have never lived in a world that INCLUDES people's inhibitions that perpetuate vulgarity toward my true sense of nature as I am aware of right this moment. I can say it is so attributed to my artistic sense of what I look for in myself as an individual. The more I feel connected, my reality shifts in a way no one else sees. This is the devils work.
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If there are people obsessed with their methods of survival in place of inflicting psychological wounds onto its targets, why do I not feel threatened. That because I have more pride than that. I know people that treat life as a game of survival, conspire, form alliances, but through it all my ETHIC in allegiance is most important.
The beliefs I give birth to, based on emotional upbringing which then transforms into a natural integrity I am born from.
I pledge myself to human sacrifice, away from what borders on sovereignty of cheating, lying, manipulative restitution. That is my greatest source of life.
{re; the death of romance}
Here are a few solutions which elaborate, how do you achieve an ironic sense of rationale given a 1- 'romantic explanation' over its rise and 2- its rage (irrational). How do these two components relate, - emotional decline - with - sensory experience - to the idea of romance. How do you respond (emotionally) how do you dissipate (sensory experience.). When did romance have its untimely death.
The transfer of these thoughts are an exotic exchange in culturalism vs. subculture that eroticism creates. That if in theory romance holds true - my attempts, of a romantic imagination then which fail as result of cultural norms that society dictates gradually, absolve.
The equivalence between a woman's desire and her allowance to make herself available reaches an almost anti-romantic evolutionary scale.
I dare say women in the sense as soul mates are actually boring to pursue.
The kind of thinking that people typically associate is that feelings cannot be enabled. Therefore, on an evolutionary scale, romance has become static beyond repair unless you find it.
The wannabes decoded
Today - .
Here we are, a bunch of words being tossed left to right, read in no real measure but mistaken for the identity crisis - that so, so many too few, relish the thought.
I think a lot about the times, countless to me, when social contracts concern the most frivolous (of people's inhibition lack thereof).
It aims at inspiration, those that turn the corner, in search of nothing but from what they hear, perhaps voices of a cerebral ghost. It makes the mind wander to a perfect solution, that only the controversy of a legal purist, actually fears themselves. Have it been forgotten, has it, that grief stricken madman, "I hold such a power over myself, that you are warned, not to proceed." Then, a thought felt mind, much like the same riddle unbeknown'st to it's true place of origin, refuses to acknowledge the fact.
So, instead - this legal purist not dressed in uniformity, but merely a group of made up wannabes emerge, that the circle of memory, might never change in that infinite satire of wit, raw emotion, so stand-off'ish.
It's taken a strong sense of decoding the sense, people haven't yet found, such a hat worn in a fashionable manner. Instead, they use words as if to convey how insulted you should be because they've so cleverly disguised them, so clever they in fact are, you could set yourself on fire right then and there. Yet, there's a reason for all of it that can only suggest one thing, look at a man in the mirror image of himself, there he is in defense of logic. Looking at yourself in the same mirror, the other man (you are) projecting (mental) sophistication. Mirrors were meant to be broken.
Yet, here they are those that fall into the same category of virtue upon knowing, that somehow words, yes somehow, illustrate a double meaning, a form of double jeopardy, that if he\she pointing that gun at you over here, then there instead it is that - you asked me to. Yes, the gunman has blamed not himself, but is as expected, the poor soul at the other side of the cocked barrel of a gun, has given the shooter permission to make his mark the target of something inspired. Perhaps, even legendary to the day such double jeopardy made it's way into your life, like the stake driven right beneath you, under your nose stabbing fate in the back. Ouch that must have hurt some.
Look at how clever he is, spending countless minutes, inside the infamy of Plato's cave, to come out the other end. A notary public. Such a novelty of a woman figure, justice of the peace, so help me God.
Look at the transformation from citizen Cane to the dutiful Euthyphro, a knowledge only a legal purist can acquire - the same cannot be said for those less than fortunate as I . He sees no problem with that, that even if he should, will not do so.
One must find answer in the why was it that Plato himself went to such further-est, further from, the very extreme point of defecting association.
More importantly, how does one seed the idea, that this valiant effort in no romantic discourse should it allow itself to procure a legal purist in and of itself.
I know the answer, exclaimed Plato, we will look to prove it upon ourselves, that this abnormal next to moral group of nomads, only seek to destroy the relics of justice through a parody in plot. The ploy is, as I have detailed in discuss, that the law cannot be brought against my own bribery of it, that sensational satisfaction of what a legal purist must entail some form of chauvinist degree. I understand this, would Plato wannabe, the legal purist in action can always dismiss the cause before him, that no natural cause can free a legal purist from it. I am a genius, a pure mathematical genius, without such poetry or physical philosophy which can outperform above it.
This will lead us to the segregation of church, then state, that religions can recycle man's vanity of himself, into a divided line of good vs. evil. Yes, this is mythology at its finest hour cried the Plato of wannabe.
They will all wannabe, wannabe a legal purist, where my heart is safer-est, in a cave of excellence, a shadow of my former self, my former primitive lust for romance.
Not only will it define generations to come, it will bring about defiance, those that seek wannabe status, will conform to my cheat proof philosophy without the skill to acquire from others, that others, despite their daring efforts, are true to double jeopardy, because we the legal purists have the gun in our hands, it will not be left smoking unless we are then forced by our own admission to pull the trigger. It is impossible for that to happen, I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E. People we know will speak without thinking, we will hear without knowing, they will listen to themselves without praying a word, a word named guilt, or death, or whichever came first the chicken or the egg. No matter, I will quickly write as though Euthyphro imagines it, a legal purist to that stubborn old twit, the Socrates.
What a fabulous story he's written for me, this double jeopardy with a clever twist, no plot, just a string of yarn, Euthyphro will have no conversation with the other, it wouldn't matter who is spoken in the theatre of lies, Euthyphro will demonstrate. Have you pulled a trigger, Socrates will say no, is there a smoking gun, Socrates will predictably reveal it is in Euthyphro's hands, which will then lead the Socrates astray, defiantly. Yes, all those legal purists will follow such a perfect example, of what to listen for, yes they are L-I-S-T-E-N-I-N-G, but they do not hold the power to think, for we the legal purists do not allow them to think, it is the legal purists who do in thought. We act as though we are listening. The listening now then is thought.
That wooden leg Plato must have made for himself, when hijacking the train to nowhere (might it rest in a present state of mind), yes thought Plato, the legal purists have the power to grant the right, but hold this power against the others will. Listening is a chore, if they M-A-K-E me listen, that fool Socrates. Euthyphro has him in the cave, which Socrates wants to escape but only out of fear for he cannot. Socrates the moralist, will not take me for a ride on the great D-O-U-B-L-E-J-E-O-P-A-R-D-Y.
Shame on Socrates.
So, here in my cave I will stay. Content is not public, but divided in two unequal parts.
(Laughter, through courses of barking is heard echoing in the distant background.)
Friday, May 02, 2025
The Medieval prisoner
I find it borderline. How laughable it is to see how much a person, I describe myself as, can change their lives. And in this defense for myself against those reading - resort to what is: