On why I write no longer...
I write no longer.
Was I ever right? Can this be answered? Definitively? Will I believe it?
O Beauty, Art, Truth, my friends, I lament for thee. My sight is gone. (This question lingers, was it ever there (drugged humans hallucinate, as Descartes showed just minutes ago)? [Or did you just drop hope {quite like dropping acid} and concede the day?])
It be overly dramatic to claim night as 'my' time. Yet, I feel kin in the shadows, sipping blood w(h)ine...
Many claim that violence and war are accepted because people do not act to ensure that alternatives take place, because such action is viewed as not possible or is not imagined.
I miss green days and the summer sun. I've felt as though I must die again and be renewed upon waking. Yet I've waited long and these still eyes view the world.
Without hope, imagination would not be.
I found that Hume gave an excellent account of the principle of induction in one story of his. Science and its adherents claim that if one were to create specific situations again and again and saw that similar outcomes took place, then one would be able to state with reason that such conditions guaranteed such results. Hume notices that this claim can only be made under the reasoning that there exists a principle in Nature that the future will be like the past. There is nothing in underlying reality to make this so, without the use of this principle. The principle of induction cannot be proven.
A change is necessary (ever necessary).
May I recall crimson nights.
Peace and Love.
Was I ever right? Can this be answered? Definitively? Will I believe it?
O Beauty, Art, Truth, my friends, I lament for thee. My sight is gone. (This question lingers, was it ever there (drugged humans hallucinate, as Descartes showed just minutes ago)? [Or did you just drop hope {quite like dropping acid} and concede the day?])
It be overly dramatic to claim night as 'my' time. Yet, I feel kin in the shadows, sipping blood w(h)ine...
Many claim that violence and war are accepted because people do not act to ensure that alternatives take place, because such action is viewed as not possible or is not imagined.
I miss green days and the summer sun. I've felt as though I must die again and be renewed upon waking. Yet I've waited long and these still eyes view the world.
Without hope, imagination would not be.
I found that Hume gave an excellent account of the principle of induction in one story of his. Science and its adherents claim that if one were to create specific situations again and again and saw that similar outcomes took place, then one would be able to state with reason that such conditions guaranteed such results. Hume notices that this claim can only be made under the reasoning that there exists a principle in Nature that the future will be like the past. There is nothing in underlying reality to make this so, without the use of this principle. The principle of induction cannot be proven.
A change is necessary (ever necessary).
May I recall crimson nights.
Peace and Love.