I was driving around today. It is one of my favorite ways to think. And I drifted into some excerpts from "The Republic" by Cicero. I thought of how quickly I became disinterested with the read- this was two-fold: the names (always horrible to pronoune); and the ideas. I am an immense fan of reading theoretical, philosophical, or historical works- I am not too fond of fiction as it is either for entertainment (I find television to be adequate), or to deliver some sort of message which requires derivation- yes the puzzle would entertain me until the moment I discovered it and realized that it is nothing new, just brought about in a different way (again, this returns to the post on decadence and the stagnant society). But the reason I became so disinterested with Cicero, and the feeling seemed to spread as ivy, is that I did not come across an idea I have not heard, read, or had myself. And as I thought of the things I have read- they not being many- I came to the conclusion that the only real purpose any of them served was to give definite verbage to the ideas I've had all along (I'm pretty sure Emerson wrote something about this, but I do not emote as he suggested). So I think, and tend to always overthink things. But that is what I do with the understanding of the "pie" philosophy (all things being considered a pie, and each given his slice- slice being perspective), I try to view as much of the pie as possible before arriving at a decision.
So you can't make everyone happy with the decisions you make. Moreover (and I know it has been said), if you are making everyone happy, then the decision you make cannot possibly be correct. So how does someone live after accepting their mortality? Should they live differently than before? or continue along being mostly the same? The question of mortality is almost fun for me (morbid, I know). I contemplate my mortality (with fear of its absence) daily. I often envision being t-boned as I drive through an intersection, but am more convinced that I will be diagnosed with lymphoma in its late stages (of course, I would keep that secret to myself, as I am not one who enjoys the light of pity).
So I heard someone say they hope that the President can change the country and make our lives better (oh, the things people say can often trigger me into thought). When did we become so dependant on others for our happiness? Why must we wait for the government to change our condition? Have we truly lost all power to better our own situation? I fear that we have become so complacent, so fearful of making decisions for ourselves that we would gladly give up our power, our rights, to another. I suppose, though, that we are all sheep looking for a shepherd. But enough politics.
It is only 7-9 days until I move. word. I began to move some personal effects into my new abode this past weekend. I am truly excited. Kelly, I'm sorry I didn't hang around Monday night. I hope you understand (narcissists unite!). All in all it was a comfortable weekend. I was able to play some poker, some volleyball, and sit in the dark (literally, not metaphorically). The power was out upon my arrival at the house. I was able to get a key made, catch up on some news, buy a car charger for my now broken phone (sweet), bowl, catch a movie, and make a note.
I have often been fond of making a soft appearance, that is to say that I like to arrive without warning, and appear as if out of thin air (it adds to my mystique..ha). But the soft appearance plants a seed in the subconscious of people to whom I perform such magical feats. It serves as a sign that I am always there (certainly, saying it may work, but for some reason always seems to be only words to some), that you may never know when I'll arrive, but that it could be at any moment. I like that notion. I like believing that other people know that.
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