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When I meet someone new, I've come to realize that I unconsciously categorize them into certain stereotypical-archetypes. It's a cruel process that I would not intentionally carry out, but I do so none the less. It is particularly dangerous because it is instinctual, at least for me, to unfortunately, be immediate and ruthless. "Too fairy", "too scary", "gay from a mile away", "too tall", "too much".
I've been thinking lately, that maybe I should try my best not to judge fit with such immediacy, but I have come to the conclusion that it probably is best to remain with the status-quo. I'd think we're all guilty of relying on our highly developed stereotypes at some level or another, and perhaps it might not be the ideal case rationally to do so. But practically and for all human purposes, I think it is for the best ultimately, since we'd probably come out net positive in terms of happiness to rely on these stereotypes, sacrificing the theoretical exceptions. I am philosophically founded in the belief for the maximization of happiness.
I don't know about you, but rarely anyone gets past these gates... past the claws of evil stereotypes. It's not that some are "better" or some are "worse". To think such is to believe everyone falls on a straight line continuum -- the reality is that we all are far to varied to fall into any distribution. "Better" or "worse" also predicates a needless approval and disapproval where we could probably do without.
So what do you do when you pleasantly realize that someone did actually get past the gates of immediacy? You grab them, and scrutinize them... yes, the stars mercifully aligned and you had a fleeting glimpse of the utopia. Anticipation. Excitement. Possibility. Did you see? Or was it a figment of your imagination? Either way, you start to realize that these are flashes of nothing but the start of a journey with no plotted path.
You tread with caution... a dark path, with pitfalls. For one, time - and timing - still rules us all. With even less compassion, mercilessly ticking endlessly. Tick. Tick. Tick. As if it mocks you.
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So first you need the stars to align and next you need time to align as well. Frighteningly it analogously compares to the space time continuum, where space is but a point in time. Not only are the instances rare, but they also are ruled by the laws of time - so each instance - each time your stars align, each time you glimpse the unseen - is doomed to be a finite point in time, a fleeting moment while it lasts before the law forces you along. No matter how hard you cry, how loud you scream, how hard you try... You ask for more time because you want the moment to last, the feeling of happiness to stay, to never go away. But even time is ruled by it's own law.
Does this leave us powerless, that each instance is doomed to end, by the very definition? That to not glimpse but to see is but an impossibility? The laws demand it. The laws will take... Excluding the presence of any additional force we are doomed to be ruled by the fickleness of each passing moment. To its whim and fancy.
But I refuse to believe so. I want to stay still. I need a force unexplainable to hold me down. A force unexplainable - to make one of those rare instances last... yes, cliche as it may be, till it lasts for all time. Cue the violins.
A force, to not glimpse but to see and grow a lasting vision. A force, to fold space and time... so I stay still, calm, at peace together with my instance. My one other, that lasts for all time. All together now... "To make time serve us."
I can go on and tell you why I believe pairs are the best - and how natural beauty only occurs in pairs... but all I want to ask now is... do you believe in having the power to fold your own space and time?
I've been thinking lately, that maybe I should try my best not to judge fit with such immediacy, but I have come to the conclusion that it probably is best to remain with the status-quo. I'd think we're all guilty of relying on our highly developed stereotypes at some level or another, and perhaps it might not be the ideal case rationally to do so. But practically and for all human purposes, I think it is for the best ultimately, since we'd probably come out net positive in terms of happiness to rely on these stereotypes, sacrificing the theoretical exceptions. I am philosophically founded in the belief for the maximization of happiness.
I don't know about you, but rarely anyone gets past these gates... past the claws of evil stereotypes. It's not that some are "better" or some are "worse". To think such is to believe everyone falls on a straight line continuum -- the reality is that we all are far to varied to fall into any distribution. "Better" or "worse" also predicates a needless approval and disapproval where we could probably do without.
So what do you do when you pleasantly realize that someone did actually get past the gates of immediacy? You grab them, and scrutinize them... yes, the stars mercifully aligned and you had a fleeting glimpse of the utopia. Anticipation. Excitement. Possibility. Did you see? Or was it a figment of your imagination? Either way, you start to realize that these are flashes of nothing but the start of a journey with no plotted path.
You tread with caution... a dark path, with pitfalls. For one, time - and timing - still rules us all. With even less compassion, mercilessly ticking endlessly. Tick. Tick. Tick. As if it mocks you.
--
So first you need the stars to align and next you need time to align as well. Frighteningly it analogously compares to the space time continuum, where space is but a point in time. Not only are the instances rare, but they also are ruled by the laws of time - so each instance - each time your stars align, each time you glimpse the unseen - is doomed to be a finite point in time, a fleeting moment while it lasts before the law forces you along. No matter how hard you cry, how loud you scream, how hard you try... You ask for more time because you want the moment to last, the feeling of happiness to stay, to never go away. But even time is ruled by it's own law.
Does this leave us powerless, that each instance is doomed to end, by the very definition? That to not glimpse but to see is but an impossibility? The laws demand it. The laws will take... Excluding the presence of any additional force we are doomed to be ruled by the fickleness of each passing moment. To its whim and fancy.
But I refuse to believe so. I want to stay still. I need a force unexplainable to hold me down. A force unexplainable - to make one of those rare instances last... yes, cliche as it may be, till it lasts for all time. Cue the violins.
A force, to not glimpse but to see and grow a lasting vision. A force, to fold space and time... so I stay still, calm, at peace together with my instance. My one other, that lasts for all time. All together now... "To make time serve us."
I can go on and tell you why I believe pairs are the best - and how natural beauty only occurs in pairs... but all I want to ask now is... do you believe in having the power to fold your own space and time?