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I had some red bean mochi earlier this morning, I really like biting into the rice flour covering only to shock my teeth with the coldness of the ice cream inside.
Through my own engineering, my life's become a monotonous [but in a way, perhaps somewhat comforting?] drone of work and nothing and then some more work, repeated ad nauseam, in the last two months.
Sometimes, however, the nothingness is broken by flashes of irritation that seem to call for violence -- this surprises me because the irritation is always over something insignificant and/or stupid. The temptation to psychoanalyze myself becomes high but I try not to go there.
I really like the movie Ratatouille, the curmudgeon-y critic who at the end muses about the "rightness" of a rat running a restaurant... there's real elegant philosophizing in the absurdity.
Lately, I've been trying to cull the difference between loneliness and solitude, I can't seem to make up my mind about how I want to define them. Here are some others' thoughts regarding the two that I like:
“Solitude is impractical and yet society is fatal.” -Emerson
"The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind." -Einstein
“I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.” -Thoreau
Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone. -Tillich
The following Robinson quote strikes just the right chord...
"I grew up with the confidence that the greatest privilege was to be alone and have all the time you wanted. That was the cream of existence. I am very much at ease being alone. ... I don't know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it always was for me... And books are good company. Nothing is more human than a book."
Through my own engineering, my life's become a monotonous [but in a way, perhaps somewhat comforting?] drone of work and nothing and then some more work, repeated ad nauseam, in the last two months.
Sometimes, however, the nothingness is broken by flashes of irritation that seem to call for violence -- this surprises me because the irritation is always over something insignificant and/or stupid. The temptation to psychoanalyze myself becomes high but I try not to go there.
I really like the movie Ratatouille, the curmudgeon-y critic who at the end muses about the "rightness" of a rat running a restaurant... there's real elegant philosophizing in the absurdity.
Lately, I've been trying to cull the difference between loneliness and solitude, I can't seem to make up my mind about how I want to define them. Here are some others' thoughts regarding the two that I like:
“Solitude is impractical and yet society is fatal.” -Emerson
"The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind." -Einstein
“I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.” -Thoreau
Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone. -Tillich
The following Robinson quote strikes just the right chord...
"I grew up with the confidence that the greatest privilege was to be alone and have all the time you wanted. That was the cream of existence. I am very much at ease being alone. ... I don't know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it always was for me... And books are good company. Nothing is more human than a book."