Hi :)
I scudded over to your blog after finding your post on the London craigslist, and thoroughly enjoyed it (and yes, understood it as well). After looking at CL ads (mainly for a touch of inane humor at the lack of English/writing ability so common these days) in my area, I looked in the London ads (I have a fondness for Brits) and there found your posting.
Over the years, I have met one other person who takes philosophy and writing to a degree that I find challenging. I'm a writer/poet myself, and am always looking for new ideas, new ways to bend and stretch my thoughts outside the box. Perhaps this is because of my own multi-faceted own existence, changing colors as a chameleon, blending to fit my surrounds, taking on the skin of the roles I have to play on a day to day basis. I would like nothing more than to stay up till wee hours talking through ideas and possibilities.
[[You have not thought through the patterns whose contemplation is necessary to autonomously realize the truths that these entities you reference are conveying. You call these things "FACTS", yet that is a rented title, owned by people you choose to let determine your beliefs for you. Never once have you focused on the most basic knowledge that you possess, then progressed forward to explain the true nature of the existence of your most enigmatic observations. These things I will do. These things I am doing. These things I have done.]]
This part I found particularly striking. It has only been in the last few years that I have started focusing on my innermost Self, separate from those who (through their own belief in doing what is "right" and "good." As I have come to know my Self separate from who I thought and believed I was for the first half of my existence, I have gained in courage to actually live out the things I will do. The choices I am making and doing now. The results of my choices then.
There is much more to write and discuss, I would very much enjoy exchanging messages that do exactly that. More? As in real-life contemplations of our own very small part of this galaxy and Universe we move in? Perhaps so. It will happen (or not) because of our choices then, now and what we wrote yesterday.
Take care, Caretaker
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Howdy,
And thank you for your response; I want to know that there are people out there that are like me - not solely because of my sense of singularity and the loneliness that accompanies it, but because I would like the human population as a whole much less if it had yet to craft and sustain a significant number of persons like myself.
Though this message will be short (the internet was disconnected until just a few minutes ago, and I've some of those persistent errands to run - can't necessity just realize that I don't care for it, and let me float about bodiless and contemplating as I am impatient to do [despite my disapproval of my submission to impatience and learned impulses]?) I look forward to discussing anything with anyone who is capable of comprehending and appreciating my blog. I am still figuring out what it is that I "should" set forth in my universal introduction of myself to a peer, as I only now am able to utilize the distance of perspective granted me by time passed in order to determine what it is that remains relatively constant about me; now, though, I want to convey that I do not perceive what I am to be a perch of any height, great or small, and I wish to convey that I am not prideful of "my" writing or other products that seem to be mine. I am grateful that existence allows for the positioning of words and their meanings in such a manner as to convey what it is that I attempt to convey with my writing. I think I will continue to direct others to fkalol in order to allow them to assess me and their ability to perceive me accurately - if someone comprehends my blog, I believe that they will be capable of accompanying me on this journey through self and understanding of existence.
I really am all sorts of things and constantly changing, except for that thing that never changes, the moment that is me. I become it every now and then, when I reach my center. You are the only response to my London posting thus far. No string of communication begun within this series of attempts has lasted; I think people might sense too much of something that makes them uncomfortable within what it is that I am seeking - I think that I am seeking to tear down the walls which are the foundation of this structure of accepted common perspective. I don't even know whether I should; but I can, and I am, and I am what I am.
Oddly enough, I think I function as a normal enough guy. Most people seem to think I have a great sense of humor, am very compassionate and well-mannered, and am not "weird." I think that what they see and like is crafted, live, by that mechanism I developed and allowed to do the work of socializing for me for so very long. I think that the fact that any person is yet to delve into what I truly am fuels an elusive sense of indignation in me. Doesn't anyone want to know?
More Later (I Hope),
Edward
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