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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Vicious cycle of something

I think its a seasonal. I enter a regretful mode right about this time. Reevaluate my decision later on and then make a new decision only to wind up making a similar decision again this time. This is like a vicious cycle of something. If you I know what. Anyone know a word for this vicious cycles of something?

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A Deep Insight

I had this deep insight about a topic which I have now conveniently forgotten. It would appear that the manner in which the topic appeared to me is now forgotten. Oh wait. I just remembered. The essay thusly begins

It would appear that man is a multi-talented animal in addition from being a social animal. However both these appearances are illusions. Man is neither a social animal nor is he a multi-talented animal. He is a rut, a rusted cog, fixed in a machine. The machine is not a thinking machine, it is a machine. The machine moves and the people are forced to move with. Some cogs are placed above other cogs and that creates the illusion of being important. An illusion that is accepted as a fact by the other cogs. The cogs on the top are no more important than the cogs in the bottom or any other place. These cogs like the other cogs will rust and then rot off into the rut that is the past. Coming back to the issue at hand, being multi-talented. While most cogs only move a few other cogs, some cogs manage to move more than few other cogs. These cogs, that move more than a few other cogs, appear to be doing a lot of things to the cogs who move only a few cogs. Thus the myth of multi-talented people was born. Now you see, the cogs are used to doing what they were doing and the cogs before them were doing because they cannot do anything new. That is the way they were in the machine and that is the way they have become conditioned to be. The conditioning makes the cogs believe that they are better off or that they can be multi-talented. But the truth is, man is just a cog which moves in just one direction. And that is all that we will ever be. life

Friday, February 8, 2013

Blight

The world is dark, demented even. It would seem that the world is making sense but it is not. It is filled with people who make it difficult, complicated the simplified life. It would appear that the world in itself is a trap, an abyss in which the people must fall to their inevitable end. Even souls rot here is left long enough. Some are tainted the moment they come into this world. The world is a messed up place. It is not good, it is not fun. It is dark and filled with blight and all the acts and action that you undertake and perform in order to make it better are futile. This is all an illusion. A dark and demented illusion in which we fall and jump and rot until the world consumes us rips to shreds the small soul that we have. This is utterly pitiful.