--the sound of wings .9

[society_failed]

The graduation ceremony seems so unnecessary--why can’t we just receive our diplomas from the registrar’s office and be done with it? As though the Dean from the Humanities department, reading and mispronouncing my name off a placard, is supposed to be inspiring and revelatory... I don’t need some frolicking beneath a tent in stupid costumes in

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[syncopation]

Easier to hide from the real world by pretending you've been closeted up in some coddled environment, than to face the fact that you're incompetent and have been depending on mommy and daddy-dearest to deal with the real world for you, I guess. Life is life is life.

[society_failed]

I believe that's what I was getting at, yes.

[syncopation]

I suppose it was. Though those people you talk about are living in their real world. Just easier to give it another name or something.

Lies can seem so comforting.

[society_failed]

And they so easily become one's truth. Difficult to distinguish, these days.

[syncopation]

It's all about what you believe. The stronger the belief, the easier it is to trust in a lie.

[society_failed]

Ideaology often blindsides people in such a fashion.

[syncopation]

I think it blinds more than it blindsides.

[society_failed]

Semantics, again. I think there's a bit of both going on, Kin.

[syncopation]

Probably. Who knows. It seems like a very precarious way to live to me, though I suppose we all lie to ourselves in one way or another.

[society_failed]

Precarious?

What's entirely dangerous is to lack some sort of belief--not necessarily in God or politics, but some sort of conviction that you can hold fast to (even if that belief is that there is nothing worthwhile in this world). What sort of lukewarm lives would we leave if we didn't invest ourselves in something, at least one thing that leaves us vulnerable?

There is nothing interesting about perfection. I can't abide by symmetry and columns.

[syncopation]

Living a lie can be a dangerous thing. We all do it to some degree, but living it to an extreme would mean blinding yourself to other possibilities.

There is a kind of close-minded belief that seems to me the worst kind of philosophy to cling to. Rather like clinging to a bit of straw in the middle of the ocean, not being able to see the forest for the trees.

As everything else in life, some kind of balance must be struck between belief and lie. Both to the extreme are undesirable. It is unyielding belief on opposite ends of the spectrum that is often the cause of wars, after all.