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i am eating swedish fish for kind-of-lunch.
lately there has appeared in my thoughts a sense of awareness, or religiousness, or knowledge about existence that i hadn't observed before.
or, at least, i hadn't made the connections. looking through my old notebooks from various classes in past years, there have emerged certain themes-or connections-or greater "truths" in what i've learned. karl marx and adam smith's ideas blend with julio cortázar's, which blend with buddhism and the hebrew bible. they blend with christianity and indigenous cultures and physics. they blend with love and mushroom trips and finding one's identity. in being oneself. in existentialism and in neuroscience. in linguistics.
in poetry.
in relationships and mentalities.
it's all very odd, but i've been having the pervading realization (or confusion) that everything we do as humans is thought experimentation. and that the only limits on our knowledge are mental, disabilities in conceptualization. learning is training one's brain to follow different patterns, to pursue different angles-in the hope that all 360 degrees of them will one day be covered. it seems so simple, then, to think of ideas and knowledge as journeys in thought. and obfuscating to realize that knowing everything is so closely out of reach because of our nature.
WAAAAAHHHH! language! so odd, it is, how much history in every word and sound accompanied by it. the rhythm of it. music as a remnant of our oral cultures, and what was necessarily left behind-with the advent of the written word.
Let me try to verbalize that thing. Something like impermanence and the power of three and self-realization through acceptance and fatedness like hopscotch-you can only move forward and sometimes there are more choices than others, but it ends up in the same place. Not heaven, but recycling-the same particles mushed together in so many combinations. Something along those lines. Can't be anybody but who you are-light as day. it's the most obvious thing, but the root of "i am me, but i wish i weren't": suffering.
lately there has appeared in my thoughts a sense of awareness, or religiousness, or knowledge about existence that i hadn't observed before.
or, at least, i hadn't made the connections. looking through my old notebooks from various classes in past years, there have emerged certain themes-or connections-or greater "truths" in what i've learned. karl marx and adam smith's ideas blend with julio cortázar's, which blend with buddhism and the hebrew bible. they blend with christianity and indigenous cultures and physics. they blend with love and mushroom trips and finding one's identity. in being oneself. in existentialism and in neuroscience. in linguistics.
in poetry.
in relationships and mentalities.
it's all very odd, but i've been having the pervading realization (or confusion) that everything we do as humans is thought experimentation. and that the only limits on our knowledge are mental, disabilities in conceptualization. learning is training one's brain to follow different patterns, to pursue different angles-in the hope that all 360 degrees of them will one day be covered. it seems so simple, then, to think of ideas and knowledge as journeys in thought. and obfuscating to realize that knowing everything is so closely out of reach because of our nature.
WAAAAAHHHH! language! so odd, it is, how much history in every word and sound accompanied by it. the rhythm of it. music as a remnant of our oral cultures, and what was necessarily left behind-with the advent of the written word.
Let me try to verbalize that thing. Something like impermanence and the power of three and self-realization through acceptance and fatedness like hopscotch-you can only move forward and sometimes there are more choices than others, but it ends up in the same place. Not heaven, but recycling-the same particles mushed together in so many combinations. Something along those lines. Can't be anybody but who you are-light as day. it's the most obvious thing, but the root of "i am me, but i wish i weren't": suffering.