Oct 18, 2006 18:31
Like a house of cards, racial considerations inevitably collapse into invalidity the moment one decides upon any structural addition without the greatest of care and attention to accuracy.
Sometimes a symbol is illusory, a thing of ghostly angles and glass, a hollow pane of abstraction which has trapped as reflection the essence of a greater meaning. Sometimes a symbol is invisible, its function as something else its only worth. Sometimes "man" is a symbol.
Race is inherently an ironic distinction, at the same time of the most visible difference and the most subtle
Intellectuals feel the need to canvas their sensitivity with a sense of righteous purpose and, in so doing, ascribe to their perceptual condition some form of worth beyond that which might be derived from simple laboring.
Intellectuals homelessly populate society's moral avenues, their drunkenly delicate soul a world of good to everyone who manages not to overlook them.
The most intelligent among us are the standards of conduct so long as the integrity of their understanding remains secure. Challenge their foundations, however, and the tyrannical child within will storm out and kick over your game of blocks and call you an idiot.
The whole white world doesn't much care whether minorities die or live or do much of anything except keep the peace and know their place.
The search for equality is a search for mankind, for the capacity of humanity, beyond race and religion and economic status, beyond label, to feel whole and understood, in the hope that one might be seen and known rather than seen and ignored, seen and misunderstood, seen and hated.
I've done nothing of the sort, save that I've sorted out its gonna take more than nothing to do it.
Let' see the journey was started because we needed something to do to start something to make sense of the nothing we felt or that we felt nothing or was it just that we were just bored and besides I was addicted to so many things at this point I just wanted to get away.
The world will be a little less without you in it.
Death and Birth: The cycles of life are not precisely cycles, of course. Humans are not recyclable resources. Once an individual dies, another face may supplant him, but there is none who may take his place. That is the nature of chaotic and autonomous beings. The two ideas are not opposites, but rather an expression of what we understand to be both a ending/beginning and begining/ending. Birth then is the end of pre-life and the begining of life. Death is the begining of after-life and the end of life.
There are moments in life where just deciding to stay alive is as hard a decision as we can make. Sadly, the same cannot be said of the time when one decides to take the life of another.
Men that are made to feel savagely victimized by circumstances beyond their control are the easiest to convince of the guilt of the scapegoat.
Society may have been forged out of the barbarous treatment of others, but it is perpetuated by the generous and intelligent treatment of the releatives of those very same people.
There is interplay between ideas of commensurate absudity even when such absurdities might otherwise be neccessarily exclusive, and that is kind of how irony might be seen from the vantage of God.