On the destruction and utter annihilation of inspiration
The ability of the human mind to tuck away unpleasantries in some corner will never cease to amaze me.
Considering your own life as a closed system relating to this entropy-ridden world of ours; it becomes utterly necessary to fight back against entropy. Resistance. Reign. Rust. Such vanity.
However, when undertaking endeavours like these it is not unusual that one ultimately ends up right back at the beginning. Nietzsche (Beware: here there be name-dropping) spoke of eternal recurrence. I would surely curse that demon.
Again standing on these grounds I so clearly recall what has come to be faded - and almost lost in time. The things left undone and the words left unuttered.
If you recognise the tone of this post you might feel inclined to draw the conclusion that melancholy soon strikes. I would very much fight that notion.
What I will acknowledge is that something has awakened. For years it has lurked in the hidden parts of cognitive existence. Always waiting, cryptic with it's presence, and then it suddenly strikes.
It has been historically described as a neurosis. I feel dispositioned to support that definition.
To gain clarity, after systematical Gaussian elimination of possible causes, one eventually ends up with a pivot element that to some extent seem to support the initial conviction.
The big things don't change, people neither: they just get older. [1]
The unveiling of the illusion of entropy decrease has eluded, and led many ID [2] proponents astray, holding the argument that evolution is a physical impossibility. Poppycock! [3].
How did I ever end up here? Well, things do happen and it seems that I can easily get carried away.
Thought and action in harmony since last century. Fight entropy.
Notes:
1. Partially quoted from Six Feet Under
2. CSICOPs Intelligent Design Watch
3. Homage: Gardner's Fads and Fallacies in The Name of Science
Considering your own life as a closed system relating to this entropy-ridden world of ours; it becomes utterly necessary to fight back against entropy. Resistance. Reign. Rust. Such vanity.
However, when undertaking endeavours like these it is not unusual that one ultimately ends up right back at the beginning. Nietzsche (Beware: here there be name-dropping) spoke of eternal recurrence. I would surely curse that demon.
Again standing on these grounds I so clearly recall what has come to be faded - and almost lost in time. The things left undone and the words left unuttered.
If you recognise the tone of this post you might feel inclined to draw the conclusion that melancholy soon strikes. I would very much fight that notion.
What I will acknowledge is that something has awakened. For years it has lurked in the hidden parts of cognitive existence. Always waiting, cryptic with it's presence, and then it suddenly strikes.
It has been historically described as a neurosis. I feel dispositioned to support that definition.
To gain clarity, after systematical Gaussian elimination of possible causes, one eventually ends up with a pivot element that to some extent seem to support the initial conviction.
The big things don't change, people neither: they just get older. [1]
The unveiling of the illusion of entropy decrease has eluded, and led many ID [2] proponents astray, holding the argument that evolution is a physical impossibility. Poppycock! [3].
How did I ever end up here? Well, things do happen and it seems that I can easily get carried away.
Thought and action in harmony since last century. Fight entropy.
Notes:
1. Partially quoted from Six Feet Under
2. CSICOPs Intelligent Design Watch
3. Homage: Gardner's Fads and Fallacies in The Name of Science
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