Muse-ic

Apr 10, 2006 15:08

There's a great deal in this world that makes me think. For which i am eternaly greatful. However, it does tend to slow down whatever else i'm trying to do. I once asked my Dad what he thought of Hegel, Nietzsche etc, who were heros of mine and comforted me a great deal by showing me that other people have thought about the things that i do. His reply was that they though too much about things. A classic 'mid-European' hang up of the over analysis of everything. I can see why he thought that a drawback. However, the constant brooding on things, the simmering of ideas and thoughts in the mental cauldron can produce great insight and beauty.

I firmly believe that we need the characters in our lives. not everyone is capable of this, but i'm proud to say i know more than a few. it would be easy to mark them off as too much work (and as a lazy bastard i'm inclined to do so), but we should tolerate them, help them, for they are what our generation will be remembered for.

In many ways i'm glad i live in Scotland. it does make my feelings toward England very odd though. having been born there and lived there for 19 years, i feel a massive connection to it, and although i'd describe myself as British rather than English, i still feel a deep connection to it. However, i cant help but dislike a lot of things about it. the Loutishness, the numbers and hence the sheep-like attitude of so many who live there. the South East (minus London) is a hole. the Middle Englander. there is so much of it that is ugly and brutish. i seem to realise this more after staying here in scotland, where the deprived areas somehow seem less downtroden, often with redeeming features such as community spirit, or pride in the ancestry and heritage. it seems that more often these virtues are lost in the huge swathes of connurbation that make up so much of the South. i know vast generalisation is so often incorrect, but i'm sure some of this shit sticks.
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