Spending so much time working I have come to experience people in a different light, I never now meet a person while not working, if I happen to on a break I am assumed to be a work and so I assume the role and assist in that position. There was a time when I rode the bus and walked more than I was idle, in that time no matter if the other person was ultimately one I shared no interest in, to meet them in an honest moment unattached from a social framework, that, I miss that.
Would you want to enter both another reality of your life and live this one at the same time as the other? If so, would you prefer one more or would this only be more time.
without hesitation I would desire multiple worlds, it’s the same reason I explore dreams. There have been times in the past where I have treated my dreams as another world that I desired to return to, just as I desire to wake up and do something in this world. The narratives get blurred but it’s interesting enough to warrant.
Me:I like thinking about whats Next, what will be, what could be, seeing what ends up occurring. I always want to get there as soon as possible
Me:Though I have difficulty letting this story end, it's always a good one, it's the one I was looking forward to, now it's steps behind.
Me:Have you ever walked miles and miles? You look ahead and see very small details, eventually you find yourself walking around, looking at those small details now fully in frame, those that used to be the tiny dot, it's your entire surrounding suddenly. But eventually you take a glance back behind you and you watch as it fades away. The picture grows smaller and smaller.
It seems in my mind natural to say:
But I’m seeing now I followed the reverse path. I had a period of massive creation, followed by the desire to consume knowledge and then to live in experiences foreign to me.
I’m coming the the end of that last one and I’m not sure what comes next.
B:The book is a series of words and ink, it is an organism and these are its tissue and blood. You ask why is it a book, what makes it so, is it the binding alone? Does shape make man? It is a book and not a collection, not a list. It is the way the ink blends and the words, the words together, hanging and building and developing, it is not islands.
A:Love is an intoxicating emotion, a feeling of liking, pleasure, yet more extreme. That it deserves its own name.
B:Merely a chemical process that occurs in our brain when we grow infatuated with something. Or someone.
C:A term best reserved for fiction. It used to be expression in art but now it's a marketing theme.
D:Love is what we, each of us, strive towards.
W:But my dear men, let me ask you: A, by what way do we measure our pleasure to where we may assign it different terms yet remain consistent that they are those terms and not mere fancy? B, if your description is not only restating in other terms then what does set it distinctly separate. If there are emotions, then surely they are brain states but is not the more interesting questions, how is it that such a brain state could occur and in parallel cause such an expression in the conscious person rather than nothing? Rather than pleasure alone that we should call it love or if we are in a suggestion that love is no more than a pleasure sensation caused by a stimuli and expressed both in feeling, word and there is by mere fact a simultaneous brain state. That it is altogether no more than common brain state. Surely brain states are of another set of terms for speaking on such things as feelings, and so we are brought again to the question of why do we call it love and by what way do we measure these brain states, these feelings? C & D, you seem to consider love not in itself but in the expression of others, in examples of it. Therefore, getting away from love.
S:Love is an emotion. Emotions are both inner qualities made possible by self-awareness in consciousness and outer qualities caused by sense stimuli. The former behaves in an altogether different and refined nature than the reactionary latter. Both are represented in the brain and are not of any other substance.
“Having conceived of his purpose, a man should mentally mark out a straight pathway to its achievement, looking neither to the right nor the left. Doubts and fears should is rigorously excluded; they are disintegrating elements which break up the straight line of effort, rendering it crooked, ineffectual, useless.”—Allen James
“They call me a healer, a wise old daft mad man, a man with a box, a box stolen long ago, timeless even or the inverse, time full, packed full even, so full it’s lost its past from present with no future, no hope. But there’s always hope, always spoilers for the time rewritten. My planet, my home, it’s not just this box, it’s the people who’ve been inside her and the people I’ve been, the faces and this face, my face. The Doctor.”—The Doctor
Anchoring at any point keeps us from exploring the rest of the ocean. Even our feet on earth keep us from the sky above. I now, in my full breadth, release these concepts from my mind and from the orbit of my ponder. The security they have provided is dearly appreciated but it is now time for them to develop or fade as all concepts do. I too will meet one fate or the other, now I approach it.
There are many things I am dedicated to or am attempting to be so. Less that I have a truly passionate devotion to.
When I study philosophy or when I create, I am in passion. That is my devotion of choice and of self.
Every day, nearly every hour has a different way of functioning it seems, how much time I have for my different things and what I can focus on, and what I must focus on.
I am mostly at this moment attempting to gain control over my the various aspects of my life so that it may never more be at the whim of another or to forces unseen.
At the end of all the thought towards it, the thing I am most devoted to is me. To pushing my limits, to doing away with that word.
I once had you in a class, and I found you highly interesting. Without shame I snuck a peek at your lap top over your shoulder and saw your tumblr. Every once in a while I see what you have to say on here and it's pretty engaging. I like you, as much as anyone who doesn't know the other can like a person. Good night sir and cheers to your intellectual pursuits.
Good morning, I assume if you find my writings(or postings as it has been) interesting, they must be interests of yours as well. Why not engage in discussion on these things rather than observe? You must have words to say about them.