Apr 17, 2006 16:05
How to avoid empty constructing? Wouldn't reliance on construction, rather than on sincere expression, totally mislead us? I guess something's usefulness can deceive us badly. The real can makes us breathe. But then I want to define the real. And I end up constructing something that exists - but only because everything exists. The everything, or the real that once was. Again, again, my game. Don't we need everything? No, we don't, we need the endless space, the dream eternal.
So I sit here again and judge my longings. Why do I use philosophy to kill myself? Why don't I see the real values? Why is the walk in the night, of the last evening, the rain and the warm air, already gone? Because it is gone? A pleasure seeking organism. "I think, therefor I am." My ass. I can only observe myself giving myself pleasure. Trying to find pleasure, trying to make pleasure.
I realize I have no goals. Or rather, I have prematurely denied them altogether - without giving them a proper place, forsaking their priority to replace it with a secondary meaning. Lalala ...