tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92028302459421359302012-02-16T20:20:50.950-05:00Read me. Then you'll know.R.A. Vicenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08674550767793947164noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9202830245942135930.post-36561958579302562892010-11-23T08:01:00.002-05:002010-11-23T08:10:09.479-05:00

Writing isn't that hard when you get down to it. It's a matter of scribbling. Sometimes I find it impossible to scribble about what I want to, and granted that is frustrating, but writing in general is easy. I have many friends that want to be writers. Or maybe they are writers. But they are so dissatisfied by what they write, or about their idea about how they write, that they never write

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I wish I could've kept this blog exclusively about philosophical things.  Or rather...  maybe I don't really wish that at all especially since with this post I go against being 'about philosophical things'.  And if I DO what I want and wish, then what've I to complain about?  It doesn't even matter.  Philosophy is life and the other way around."Feeling..." My tendency is to put feeling low on the

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A brave professor once told me, "our neuroticisim makes our genius."  The constant defense-system that develops by over analyzing makes the genius quicker or cleverer... maybe.  But maybe it stresses out too.Sometimes I think I am crazy.  I overthink a thought and it's implications and then the implications that follow that one, but not without attacking the foundations of this and that --

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(From now on I use a feminine gender for "child" and masculine for "parent". This I do for clarity's sake and in mock participation of a traditional power scheme.) There is also "respect" that regards wellbeing. This kind of respect, if it considers desire, at least does not necessarily align with it. An adequate example of respect for wellbeing pictures in the relationship between parent (or

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"Respect" has become imbued with metaphysical essence which gives the word more power than appropriate or healthy. I propose this from the experience that no two people I have spoken with have an equal idea of what it means to respect. But somehow, the word holds power within dynamics such as parent & child, friend & stranger, brother & sibling.The word affects interpersonal behavior in ways that

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A few weeks ago I posted about certain words I thought were interesting for their variability and elusiveness. The words of my preoccupation were arbitrary and capriciously chosen.The response was:"Monsieur Robert, your list is very short and circumstantial; what about love, infinity, God, disease or cat?. On the other hand, if we try neologisms every day, we will get back to our own solitary

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Over the abstract concept of love, Derrida meditates whether love is a matter of loving someone, or loving something in someone. "Do I love someone for the absolute singularity of who they are? -- I love you because you are you... or do I love your qualities, your beauty, your intelligence? -- The difference between the who and the what, at the heart of love, separates the heart. It is often said

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C.S. Lewis Lewis fractures what we call love into four different kinds. Affection, Friendship, Sexual, and Christian/selfless love (Storge, Philia, Eros, Agape). Four Loves is worth reading but is too long to quote in what I have wanted to be a non-heavy & not-(too)long blog. Each love, as Lewis defines them, has characteristics he describes through referring to his own life and well of

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I changed the "about me" on my profile to this quote from C.S. Lewis' Four Loves. And it has a lot to do with my next post which I am currently hastily composing. After all, I have lazed about the disservice of not posting for over a week and a half!"Of course language is not an infallible guide, but it contains, with all its defects, a good deal of stored insight and experience. If you begin

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The mind is a powerful part of being.  It is the interpreting lens by which the vessel of our existence understands phenomena.  How it reads events is determined by the indefinable self that is always molding words to life, making sense of the insensible.  Thinking and existence (however you define the term) involve participating in an ocean of discourse of which the surface of the water is never

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Aren't I driftwood washing where the waves carry me,letting the wind pull me by my splinters leeway?But if I ever ground eyes to land,I should be surprised. Alone in the night,there is no one with which to converse.At least at sea, the moon tells me a story and I forgetmy worries."Was I ever a lover? I watch enviouslyas the lips of others kiss and give fruit their love.For an hour before dawn and

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"I went too fast and scared him away. Now he doesn't want me. To make matters worse, he says that he just wants to be my friend. We were friends before but now it just seems different. I like him now. He chased me and chased me... then when he finally gets what he wants he freaks out and says he won't have sex with me."Simplification of the dilemma:Boy likes girl for really long time and

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Curry is defined on wikipedia as any of a variety of spicy dishes of creamy consistency. Usually, curry has a melieu of ingredients which give each curry whatever its distictive taste.Life ought to be like curry. Thick with spicy walk and talk. Stirred in new, clever and fun activity to carry us to new delicious experience. Every day should be a new taste. A different kiss, a mischievous endeavor

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Aside from abused self-reflexive pronouns (which betray a natural human egocentrism) There are a bunch of words that I think are ridiculous and overused: "world", "life", "good", "society", "like". Additionally, the following phrases are overused: "economic crisis", "I'm not in the mood", "It's not you..." Words with curiosity:"gay" It once meant happiness and was claimed as a symbol of

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"All things in moderation! Too much of this or that is bad for you and will spoil. Don't drink too much. Don't sleep too much. Don't eat too much. Don't be angry too much. Don't be happy too much. It's wrong if you're too happy -- it means you're a maniac.We grow up listening to the age old phrase and I think some of us internalize it in an unhealthy way. It is an unequivocal truth of being:

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It occurred to me some time ago, and now I'll share it with the reader, that there is a peculiar way to grow up from one's parents: Imagine them as perverted sexual beings. Perverted is a relative term, of course, but the heart of the seemingly deviant mental expedition is the detail that if there is a measure of maturity it is the skill to acknowledge the vapid reality that mom and dad are at

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So the idea is to have short concise excerpts of humanity published every once in awhile (at least I mean to do it regularly) that you can read and comment on. Most'll be written by me; maybe later I'll have some by others. That's my mission statement and the first post on the blog.

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