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So, on Saturday night I rather enjoyed participating in a philosophical (if you will) discussion that traversed the temporal seas from 3am to 9am. It was followed by breakfast and then a rather enjoyable sleep. haha!
Anyway, something else I've been considering.
Innocence breeds innovation (by necessity when compared to some level of experience). When encountered with an entirely new situation, I am required to react, and this reaction is completely new. However, as the new creation may not be directed toward perfect efficiency. When some level of experience is attained, either with thought about or actual experience with, then it is possible that I can recall what has worked in the past and manipulate that previous action to suit this current situation. I do not necessarily need to reprocess and innovate. This made is evident by the existence of our beliefs and our heuristics. (This wasn't all of the thought, just some of it)
I have been sleeping so much recently. I am using it as a form of escape. I think that I am escaping from the night when I broke all of the worlds. Not that I actually did break them, but I am fleeting from the feeling. Just driving away. Living without thought. I am going to break this soon, maybe.
Otherwise, I am such a user. I drink so much coffee and so much tea and so much pop and so much sugar. I use others as tools? (Functions to achieve an end?) Functions return results. (Oh, and darling, I feel that nothing is [happening].)
Think stinkfist, except that this is not pursuit. This is just "get the fuck (away)" "do the fuck(er)" "just push." Be productive. Heuristical meaningless bullshit.
This post is so literal. It isn't feeling. And now that I've expressed that, bullshit.
I hate this, this me.
(But! This is not the end. Just part of the continuation. Also, I assume that if I reduced my stresses, I would be much better. Maybe my sleep schedule is just really fucking off. [Ahem, circadian rhythms.])
In this sphere, I often write to love myself. I haven't written in a long while. Perhaps, that contributes to my dismal state.
Anyway, something else I've been considering.
Innocence breeds innovation (by necessity when compared to some level of experience). When encountered with an entirely new situation, I am required to react, and this reaction is completely new. However, as the new creation may not be directed toward perfect efficiency. When some level of experience is attained, either with thought about or actual experience with, then it is possible that I can recall what has worked in the past and manipulate that previous action to suit this current situation. I do not necessarily need to reprocess and innovate. This made is evident by the existence of our beliefs and our heuristics. (This wasn't all of the thought, just some of it)
I have been sleeping so much recently. I am using it as a form of escape. I think that I am escaping from the night when I broke all of the worlds. Not that I actually did break them, but I am fleeting from the feeling. Just driving away. Living without thought. I am going to break this soon, maybe.
Otherwise, I am such a user. I drink so much coffee and so much tea and so much pop and so much sugar. I use others as tools? (Functions to achieve an end?) Functions return results. (Oh, and darling, I feel that nothing is [happening].)
Think stinkfist, except that this is not pursuit. This is just "get the fuck (away)" "do the fuck(er)" "just push." Be productive. Heuristical meaningless bullshit.
This post is so literal. It isn't feeling. And now that I've expressed that, bullshit.
I hate this, this me.
(But! This is not the end. Just part of the continuation. Also, I assume that if I reduced my stresses, I would be much better. Maybe my sleep schedule is just really fucking off. [Ahem, circadian rhythms.])
In this sphere, I often write to love myself. I haven't written in a long while. Perhaps, that contributes to my dismal state.