I'm wiped out. I had a lot of fun this weekend, but I didn't realize how tired I was until I sat down to write this. Edmund Burke was kind of a douche, and Mary Wollstonecraft is a lot cooler, but he did have at least some good ideas, such as:
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing
I spent a lot of time with a beautiful girl this weekend. We watched Casablanca and Boondock Saints, both of which I had never seen and both of which I thoroughly enjoyed.
I also spent a lot of time on trains, around 18 hours to be approximate, so it goes without saying that I got a lot of reading done. My time was spent dwelling on Orwellian futures, now more appropriately Orwellian pasts that never came to be seeing as how we are farther along on the timeline than the story of V for Vendetta. As for The Handmaid's Tale I'm not so sure when that took place, but maybe I'll have it figured out by the time I'm done reading.
Since I'm so enamoured, I've already begun budget plans for financing future trips to the DC area. My spidery mind is kept ever busy on such endeavors, weaving its intricate web of plans based on observations and ideas it wishes to trap. That very same web reaches ever into the future, but this is dangerous ground. You see, I don't believe in the future. I don't believe it exists. Like many other human beings, who live in a world that constantly perpetuates the illusion of time, I am fascinated by the concepts of the future and the past, but I don't believe in them. At least, I don't believe in them the way many people do. The future, like so many other insanities, is only a projection of our minds in an attempt to escape the present. It is impossible to escape the present, and thus, it is madness. It is an insidious sort of madness, but mad all the same.
To be more simple, past and future are only ideas that exist within your mind. They exist in the present. Past and future need the present to exist, but the present does not need them, and the present moment is the most precious thing we have because it is the only thing we have.
But planning is nevertheless still a very important part of getting where you want to go, the step that I take right now to arrive where I will be most happy. I will be most happy when I am with her again. Life is short and sweet in the grand scheme, and what matters most is that you get all you can out of it, that you experience it as fully and compassionately as possible without taking for granted the ultimately beautiful impermanence, the mortality of the ones you love.
This seems to be sort of a weird mutant child of anti-fascism and gushy-loveyness, so in the spirit of all that, here is a quote from the most compassionate being I have ever learned from in my life, my spiritual guru Thich Nhat Hanh:
In order to rally people, governments need enemies. They want us to be afraid, to hate, so we will rally behind them. And if they do not have a real enemy, they will invent one in order to mobilize us
All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing
I spent a lot of time with a beautiful girl this weekend. We watched Casablanca and Boondock Saints, both of which I had never seen and both of which I thoroughly enjoyed.
I also spent a lot of time on trains, around 18 hours to be approximate, so it goes without saying that I got a lot of reading done. My time was spent dwelling on Orwellian futures, now more appropriately Orwellian pasts that never came to be seeing as how we are farther along on the timeline than the story of V for Vendetta. As for The Handmaid's Tale I'm not so sure when that took place, but maybe I'll have it figured out by the time I'm done reading.
Since I'm so enamoured, I've already begun budget plans for financing future trips to the DC area. My spidery mind is kept ever busy on such endeavors, weaving its intricate web of plans based on observations and ideas it wishes to trap. That very same web reaches ever into the future, but this is dangerous ground. You see, I don't believe in the future. I don't believe it exists. Like many other human beings, who live in a world that constantly perpetuates the illusion of time, I am fascinated by the concepts of the future and the past, but I don't believe in them. At least, I don't believe in them the way many people do. The future, like so many other insanities, is only a projection of our minds in an attempt to escape the present. It is impossible to escape the present, and thus, it is madness. It is an insidious sort of madness, but mad all the same.
To be more simple, past and future are only ideas that exist within your mind. They exist in the present. Past and future need the present to exist, but the present does not need them, and the present moment is the most precious thing we have because it is the only thing we have.
But planning is nevertheless still a very important part of getting where you want to go, the step that I take right now to arrive where I will be most happy. I will be most happy when I am with her again. Life is short and sweet in the grand scheme, and what matters most is that you get all you can out of it, that you experience it as fully and compassionately as possible without taking for granted the ultimately beautiful impermanence, the mortality of the ones you love.
This seems to be sort of a weird mutant child of anti-fascism and gushy-loveyness, so in the spirit of all that, here is a quote from the most compassionate being I have ever learned from in my life, my spiritual guru Thich Nhat Hanh:
In order to rally people, governments need enemies. They want us to be afraid, to hate, so we will rally behind them. And if they do not have a real enemy, they will invent one in order to mobilize us