July
Blink, and several months pass by. It is seeming that this life is a strange cacophany of vortexes and spires. In their respective courses a spire and a vortex have a tendency to cancel each other out, so let me allow this white space to be providence to elucidate a spire.
Let me back up for a minute.
There is this idea that life only returns what you give it, but there is also a notion of a parametrised return on investment, that is, you can make yourself more valuable by being focused, and practicing and studying, and do great, if it is in your fate to do so.
The more time I spend on this earth, the more I learn how much I am my own obstacle, and how this condition is ubiquitous, that is, each entity posesses within itself a tendency to be constrained by a dynamic set of variables that are conditional upon a heirarchy of needs, and an incentive based on dreams.
For instance, if it was my great dream to be a paperweight, I would probably take the necessary steps to put myself in a place where I would be sitting on a lot of paper. If it was my great dream to turn a great wheel to avoid a horrendous catastrophe...well maybe I should consider more about learning of the thorium fuel cycle, and practice drawing, and read technical journals.
This reality is emotionally exhausting, and that's not even mentioning the shit I am already elbow deep in.
Regardless, I love my children, and I pray for the future of humanity.
Let me back up for a minute.
There is this idea that life only returns what you give it, but there is also a notion of a parametrised return on investment, that is, you can make yourself more valuable by being focused, and practicing and studying, and do great, if it is in your fate to do so.
The more time I spend on this earth, the more I learn how much I am my own obstacle, and how this condition is ubiquitous, that is, each entity posesses within itself a tendency to be constrained by a dynamic set of variables that are conditional upon a heirarchy of needs, and an incentive based on dreams.
For instance, if it was my great dream to be a paperweight, I would probably take the necessary steps to put myself in a place where I would be sitting on a lot of paper. If it was my great dream to turn a great wheel to avoid a horrendous catastrophe...well maybe I should consider more about learning of the thorium fuel cycle, and practice drawing, and read technical journals.
This reality is emotionally exhausting, and that's not even mentioning the shit I am already elbow deep in.
Regardless, I love my children, and I pray for the future of humanity.