Posts filed under ‘Philosophical Debauchery’
On Pointlessness and the Zodiac
Whatever I’m typing at this very moment may or may not be read by anyone. Then, why do I type? Hermes??
Anyway, I have realized that I’m obsessed with my horoscope.
Without giving anything away, I must say that I’m the epitome of my natal chart (with the solar and lunar and ascendant and whatnot).
It’s scarily accurate.
But I’ve moved on to another topic in my raving.
I’ve also realized that train of thought essays are quite irritating, but only for the reader.
Why is it that we take personality quizzes?
I think they’re fun.
But I know my personality. Which means, if I get an answer I don’t like or think matches me I won’t really appreciate it.
This just means I know how I want to be percieved, and choose my answers accordingly.
Does this make me calculating? (Not that I mind).
But why do we even need someone else to tell us about ourselves? We know exactly who we are, even if we don’t want to. We know what we have done, how we have thought, what we believed, what we do believe, how we think at this moment.
Don’t we know who we are?
Obviously not. Not if we’re taking silly quizzes on our personality.
Maybe it’s because we want more to us than “just us”. Because we percieve something in us is higher. We want more to us than us.
Does this even make sense?
Yes, in a sense. We take these quizzes and look at our horoscopes and talk about ourselves and learn about us. But we don’t know our essence. We don’t know who we are.
We know how we are percieved, how we wish to be percieved, we know how we act, what we think, what our beliefs are. But we do not know us.
Of course we don’t. Because in the end,
we are
Add comment August 14, 2007
A simple questioning.
There are many questions that make us think. Sometimes, I think I can answer them all and that my life is simple, happy and wonderful. And then there are other times when the world is filled with unanswerable mysteries that cannot be solved by a mere mind, like mine. Maybe that’s why I went nuts.
I suppose many others are driven insane by the most obvious questions. For instance, “What is life? Why am I here? What is the purpose of life?” or, apparently the most scary one, “What happens after?”, but I’ve already dealt with all of those. They aren’t that difficult to answer. Life is life, you live to live and after life…well, after life there’s death (or more life, if you happen to be a hippie).
But in all honesty there are much more after just the most easy ones. More questions after we move on from the issues of life. Whether life is all an illusion, if it doesn’t exist, is there an unfathomable source of energy controling this vast universe, about the lines between reality and fiction and where we stand as human beings. There is a greater question that can never be answered no matter how many times we try, no matter how many philosophers, scientists, teachers, artists or children we ask.
Where does that sock go? I put in a pair of my favorite, fuzzy rainbow socks (with fuzzy trimming) to wash and out comes one fuzzy rainbow sock. The other sock is gone. It is not in the washing machine, I did not drop it, it didn’t get up and leave while I wasn’t looking. Where did it go? Why did only one dissapear?
Now many have surmised many things:
- The sock is eaten by a sock monster that resides in the dryer.
- The dryer is a sock monster.
- The sock went to a “sock heaven”, leaving the other one behind.
- Only one of them got invited to a “sock rave”.
- The Moirae from the times of my namesake, decided to play a cruel trick and take one sock, leaving me woebegone and with only one sock with which to get frustrated by.
- One sock told another sock to hide until I threw it out, and then that sock would appear and I would be upset.
- Or, said sock told other sock that it would be fun if one of them dissapeared and the other just stayed there for me to get irritated by.
- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MY SOCK????????
In the end, the theories and counter-theories, the algorithms and the philosophical questions do nothing to help me. This question shall never be answered.
Add comment February 2, 2007
