Mona Lisa, rabbit’s hole, Cat’s Cradle is the new Bears Beets Battlestar Galactica
"Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say there are things to be proved. I don’t believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It’s all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat’s cradle, and maybe knot it up a bit more." - Jeanette Winterson
“What we call the beginning is often the end/And to make an end is to make a beginning./The end is where we start from…We shall not cease from exploration,/ And the end of all our exploring/ Will be to arrive where we started/ And know the place for the first time.” -T. S. Eliot
I wonder if its more about how far down the rabbit hole goes rather than how far down the rabbit hole I want to go.- me
“It then goes on to draw the conclusion that life is valueless. But saying 'life is valueless' is looking at it from an objective standpoint. It's like saying, 'there is no objective beauty' and then drawing the conclusion 'the Mona Lisa is not beautiful'.
The problem comes from trying to look at subjective terms using an objective lens. Is the Mona Lisa objectively beautiful? No. Why? Because beauty is a subjective property. Saying it's objectively beautiful is ascribing some property, beauty, to the painting, which is denied by relativism.
What can instead be said is that the painting is beautiful-to-me. This is a property, not of the painting, but of me. Perhaps it should instead be said that while there is no such thing as objective beauty, there is such a thing as perceptions of beauty. Or it could be rephrased as 'I have the property of finding this painting beautiful'.”
http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1458
I said in January that I was on the 30 will be awesome bandwagon. My reasoning was her. I made a decision that I was going to tell her that I liked her for a year and I had to know, take control of my destiny and have a chance at what I want. Fate is stupid the end. So I know how all of this relates. I knew why I always had trouble with talking to women and I forgot. I chose a path that to me meant not being superficial, because I was sure I was only missing out on that “one thing”. I learned it was more, let go of a great deal of superficiality, but some days it clicks and some days it is just something I know. I chose to try for this job in August. I knew I could get what I want. Then I did. Then I met her and I forgot and waited for her to make the first move. 30 - I decide to make the first move. I thought I got what I wanted…and end. My life with her indefinitely. And then it ended. An end that become a beginning. Will my 30’s still be awesome. This nurse at my second home (Allergist) said that being a kid is doing what your parents want you to do, your teens are about doing what your friends want you to do, your 20s are about doing what you THINK you should do and your 30’s are about doing what YOU want to do. Of course! I can have what I want. I arrive again where I started and “know the place for the first time”. My final point is that my love for her says more about me than about her (and vice versa). I can always love again, have and will again, rather. You never stop feeling this way, you just stop fueling the torch so you can light it for someone even more worthy. Someone who can love you back. So back to the Rabbit hole. I will let go of superficiality, find what I actually want, and eventually get it. Instead of finding deeper truths about finding love, I will search for deeper truths, and in so doing , possibly let go of my attraction to the wrong women and let go of the guidance of other’s expectations. I do not need to direct this pursuit through gaining college credit anymore than depending on an income to validate my hobbies. Other’s desire for me to go to school has more to do with them than it has to do with me (speaking of the Mona Lisa). It’s dark in the rabbit hole, but I have to trust that it leads somewhere interesting. If not I can at least hope for cake. This rambling makes even less sense than Bears Beets Battlestar Galactica, and probably needs a flow chart rather than a paragraph to make sense of it.
“What we call the beginning is often the end/And to make an end is to make a beginning./The end is where we start from…We shall not cease from exploration,/ And the end of all our exploring/ Will be to arrive where we started/ And know the place for the first time.” -T. S. Eliot
I wonder if its more about how far down the rabbit hole goes rather than how far down the rabbit hole I want to go.- me
“It then goes on to draw the conclusion that life is valueless. But saying 'life is valueless' is looking at it from an objective standpoint. It's like saying, 'there is no objective beauty' and then drawing the conclusion 'the Mona Lisa is not beautiful'.
The problem comes from trying to look at subjective terms using an objective lens. Is the Mona Lisa objectively beautiful? No. Why? Because beauty is a subjective property. Saying it's objectively beautiful is ascribing some property, beauty, to the painting, which is denied by relativism.
What can instead be said is that the painting is beautiful-to-me. This is a property, not of the painting, but of me. Perhaps it should instead be said that while there is no such thing as objective beauty, there is such a thing as perceptions of beauty. Or it could be rephrased as 'I have the property of finding this painting beautiful'.”
http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1458
I said in January that I was on the 30 will be awesome bandwagon. My reasoning was her. I made a decision that I was going to tell her that I liked her for a year and I had to know, take control of my destiny and have a chance at what I want. Fate is stupid the end. So I know how all of this relates. I knew why I always had trouble with talking to women and I forgot. I chose a path that to me meant not being superficial, because I was sure I was only missing out on that “one thing”. I learned it was more, let go of a great deal of superficiality, but some days it clicks and some days it is just something I know. I chose to try for this job in August. I knew I could get what I want. Then I did. Then I met her and I forgot and waited for her to make the first move. 30 - I decide to make the first move. I thought I got what I wanted…and end. My life with her indefinitely. And then it ended. An end that become a beginning. Will my 30’s still be awesome. This nurse at my second home (Allergist) said that being a kid is doing what your parents want you to do, your teens are about doing what your friends want you to do, your 20s are about doing what you THINK you should do and your 30’s are about doing what YOU want to do. Of course! I can have what I want. I arrive again where I started and “know the place for the first time”. My final point is that my love for her says more about me than about her (and vice versa). I can always love again, have and will again, rather. You never stop feeling this way, you just stop fueling the torch so you can light it for someone even more worthy. Someone who can love you back. So back to the Rabbit hole. I will let go of superficiality, find what I actually want, and eventually get it. Instead of finding deeper truths about finding love, I will search for deeper truths, and in so doing , possibly let go of my attraction to the wrong women and let go of the guidance of other’s expectations. I do not need to direct this pursuit through gaining college credit anymore than depending on an income to validate my hobbies. Other’s desire for me to go to school has more to do with them than it has to do with me (speaking of the Mona Lisa). It’s dark in the rabbit hole, but I have to trust that it leads somewhere interesting. If not I can at least hope for cake. This rambling makes even less sense than Bears Beets Battlestar Galactica, and probably needs a flow chart rather than a paragraph to make sense of it.