the things that we do
travelling alone is a sobering experience. your senses and observations are inadvertently sharpened; the game of people-watching reaches a new height of intensity. you wonder, and take pleasurable guesses at what each of these faces looking past you represent. their expressions, their actions, the little items that they produce from their bags, the pages of newspaper that they choose to scan. i have always been amazed at how 'egocentric' my world can become. not that much to do with selfishness, but rather, a sense of self-absorption which envelops itself around my being, and hinders with the appreciation of the bigger picture, of the boundless diversity that exists beyond my limited vision.
there's a beautifully rich world out there, it's true.
sometimes my pride in being a hardcore empiricist and pragmatist dissolves just a little, when confronted with such complexity. it saddens me just a little, to think of a fleeting, abstract sort of beauty that would almost always, escape my grasp.
simply to understand. this has been a difficult concept for me: understanding alone never satisfy, unless it's accompanied by utility. Is it sufficient to set out to fill gaps of knowledge, with no intention of using it? perhaps i need to learn to appreciate the world of purist academia better (indeed i always thought them as having nothing better to do, than publishing papers detailing the trivialest findings) maybe things don't have to be so goal-oriented. there's possibly another realm of meaning in simply knowing, and be content with it.
rambling. in any case, i've arrived at boston, ready to start 7 weeks of less goal-oriented life, in order to score more goals in life.
oh and i might just be over-shopping a little at forever 21: 10-20 pounds gorgeous dresses? yes pls.
there's a beautifully rich world out there, it's true.
sometimes my pride in being a hardcore empiricist and pragmatist dissolves just a little, when confronted with such complexity. it saddens me just a little, to think of a fleeting, abstract sort of beauty that would almost always, escape my grasp.
simply to understand. this has been a difficult concept for me: understanding alone never satisfy, unless it's accompanied by utility. Is it sufficient to set out to fill gaps of knowledge, with no intention of using it? perhaps i need to learn to appreciate the world of purist academia better (indeed i always thought them as having nothing better to do, than publishing papers detailing the trivialest findings) maybe things don't have to be so goal-oriented. there's possibly another realm of meaning in simply knowing, and be content with it.
rambling. in any case, i've arrived at boston, ready to start 7 weeks of less goal-oriented life, in order to score more goals in life.
oh and i might just be over-shopping a little at forever 21: 10-20 pounds gorgeous dresses? yes pls.