Walking on Water
I've always been of the opinion that to solve the greatest crime is to commit the greatest crime. The world needs mysteries, things to be sought and strove for. As Dostoevsky once said, "The world rests on absurdities," and to deny the absurd, through its comprehension, is to remove much of the impetus for innovation.
I leave much to chance though am advised against it, and yearn to know though worry what there is to learn about myself, others, and things to come. Within me is a maze, a hundred paths each leading to a different door, and behind each door a new insight into the maze's maker and keeper. Unlike Theseus, I've run out of string, and the minotour matches me stride for stride. I learn about myself through my writing, through the discomfort in my chest when I go against my feelings. I know myself only through intepreting my emotions. I am my own mystery and it suits me well enough. That's nothing strange. If we undestood ourselves completely, what would be the point? It would be a grim a statement as quantum determinism, though even that has its own mitigating caveats.
The feeling of gently ebbing is soothing, like reclining in the gentle waves of a summer ocean. The sun beats down on me gently and...
I leave much to chance though am advised against it, and yearn to know though worry what there is to learn about myself, others, and things to come. Within me is a maze, a hundred paths each leading to a different door, and behind each door a new insight into the maze's maker and keeper. Unlike Theseus, I've run out of string, and the minotour matches me stride for stride. I learn about myself through my writing, through the discomfort in my chest when I go against my feelings. I know myself only through intepreting my emotions. I am my own mystery and it suits me well enough. That's nothing strange. If we undestood ourselves completely, what would be the point? It would be a grim a statement as quantum determinism, though even that has its own mitigating caveats.
The feeling of gently ebbing is soothing, like reclining in the gentle waves of a summer ocean. The sun beats down on me gently and...