We are haunted by the ghosts of our past selves. It follows from this, then, that this very moment, every "this very moment", we act as the dying, as those who will soon haunt our own futures selves.
The vehicles of this haunting are the memories of others and ourselves. Our only chance for escape from the ghosts of our past selves, then, is to leave the world of humans and to live in such stasis until our memories of our previous lives amongst humans have faded into oblivion.
To live any other way, to live amongst humans, to live with people, is to deliver our future selves over to the ghosts of our past selves for all eternity.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Setting the Tone
This is my attempt... again, my attempt... again, my attempt...
I have been trying to erect the foundation of a public presence for a long time. I thought about being open and all that, about using my real name and location, but my paranoia kicked in.
You will learn that as strong suits go, paranoia is one of mine. Presuming, that is, that you stick around to read myrants writings.
To be fair to myself (because we are rarely fare to ourselves), what many might mistake for paranoia may actually be a healthy sense of what's really real; a piercing vision into the fabric of reality.
This is what I hope my blog will be. This piercing vision thing...
I fancy myself a philosopher and a writer, but I'm really just a young professional with too many pointless graduate degrees. Still, I will attempt to live up to my historical ancestors of choice (the philosophers and writers and artists and mathematicians and historians, etc...) to some degree with what I do here, as well as what I do elsewhere.
I am a filthy ape, but I'm trying to get clean. I really am.
I have been trying to erect the foundation of a public presence for a long time. I thought about being open and all that, about using my real name and location, but my paranoia kicked in.
You will learn that as strong suits go, paranoia is one of mine. Presuming, that is, that you stick around to read my
To be fair to myself (because we are rarely fare to ourselves), what many might mistake for paranoia may actually be a healthy sense of what's really real; a piercing vision into the fabric of reality.
This is what I hope my blog will be. This piercing vision thing...
I fancy myself a philosopher and a writer, but I'm really just a young professional with too many pointless graduate degrees. Still, I will attempt to live up to my historical ancestors of choice (the philosophers and writers and artists and mathematicians and historians, etc...) to some degree with what I do here, as well as what I do elsewhere.
I am a filthy ape, but I'm trying to get clean. I really am.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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