Verisimilitude
Pense'
I believe that sometimes the most beautiful thing that we create, is ourselves. Some of us, myself included, spend such considerable time contemplating what others are thinking of us, wishing we really knew. And by this judgment we appear to define who and what we are. Even those who say they do not give a Fuck what other people think. Because, in rebelling, they allow those judgments to push them in a certain direction, and that shapes their appearance and how they present, and represent themselves to the world. So, where is the reality of who you are? What do you think the people around you see when they look at you? Are you allowing everything that you are to be made manifest?
Playing the delusion game is universal. It allows us to believe we are more visible and important, than we might actually be. I know I am stating the obvious here, but, it was, and is what I am considering today. I went on an adventure, to find human connection and interaction. What I found is what I expected. Or did I? Where is reality? What is the difference between the truth and what I perceive it to be? I visited some of my favorite places, and encountered some of my favorite people. Some of them I love and adore, some of them I do not know at all, and some I only fantasize about really knowing. In the small moments of life, can sometimes be found the most astonishingly beautiful people, places, and sights. We see what we think about. So, if we take it all in, stretch our focus, and see beyond the most immediate, ultimately, we see GOD, and we recognize ourselves. We see things that pass by our everyday experience. These things are there always, and yet, we never notice, being too egocentric, obtuse, and really quite blind. How was I suppose to know our love would grow? We can only see what we are shown. But, in the end, we see that which we wish to see. No more, no less, passes into our accepted reality. Who then is insane, and who is rationally aware of what really can be considered true and unassailable verisimilitude?
I will end here for the moment. I may edit this later. Then again I may have said all that need be. So, Ciao.
~Scott
Pense'
I believe that sometimes the most beautiful thing that we create, is ourselves. Some of us, myself included, spend such considerable time contemplating what others are thinking of us, wishing we really knew. And by this judgment we appear to define who and what we are. Even those who say they do not give a Fuck what other people think. Because, in rebelling, they allow those judgments to push them in a certain direction, and that shapes their appearance and how they present, and represent themselves to the world. So, where is the reality of who you are? What do you think the people around you see when they look at you? Are you allowing everything that you are to be made manifest?
Playing the delusion game is universal. It allows us to believe we are more visible and important, than we might actually be. I know I am stating the obvious here, but, it was, and is what I am considering today. I went on an adventure, to find human connection and interaction. What I found is what I expected. Or did I? Where is reality? What is the difference between the truth and what I perceive it to be? I visited some of my favorite places, and encountered some of my favorite people. Some of them I love and adore, some of them I do not know at all, and some I only fantasize about really knowing. In the small moments of life, can sometimes be found the most astonishingly beautiful people, places, and sights. We see what we think about. So, if we take it all in, stretch our focus, and see beyond the most immediate, ultimately, we see GOD, and we recognize ourselves. We see things that pass by our everyday experience. These things are there always, and yet, we never notice, being too egocentric, obtuse, and really quite blind. How was I suppose to know our love would grow? We can only see what we are shown. But, in the end, we see that which we wish to see. No more, no less, passes into our accepted reality. Who then is insane, and who is rationally aware of what really can be considered true and unassailable verisimilitude?
I will end here for the moment. I may edit this later. Then again I may have said all that need be. So, Ciao.
~Scott
spica:
If we don't love ourselves, how can we expect someone else to love us? 
