One Saturday Afternoon

Sensory output greatly will diminish and destroy our concentration on any philosophical or introspective venture. We, who wish to explore these means behind the outward behavior, must find a line between simulating these thoughts and recording them. Unfortunately, possibly so God could spite us, thoughts and memories of thoughts are not things to be stored for the earliest convenience that we might be able to record them, and thus deduce further...It is my opinion that emotions also are a great inhibitor.

To explore the meaning behind the concept of a particular emotion or instance, we must look deeper to ones presuppositions, and yet deeper still to the strings that are possibilities. Those possibilities are lines of thought which we accept or reject. Why do we choose one string over another? Those are the emergent properties explored when we focus inwardly, away from petty distractions, to find the insights we wish. It is possible that while searching amongst all these strings, we find a piece that fits together into a wider puzzle.

We marvel at these instances, because we feel there is truth or wisdom to be gained, and rightly so. As a man thinks-- so is he. If you can understand, and do accept that, then you are rightly concerned as to what you think. It is an auspicious happenstance when one can explore the meaning behind our decisions and beliefs, and still record them later for future insight. I speak of this as if it was some remarkable thing, but personally, I am scarcely privy to it; so in my mind, it is quite rewarding and intellectually stimulating both to consider and consider later. This whole process is quite entertaining and hopefully, educational. I hope in the future some of these strings can be recorded. I shall try to remember...

The easiest to see is why we decide what we decide. The methods of influence are taken into consideration as a precursory explanation but peeking further we find forces at work. These forces I theorize are made up of basic human psychological factors and beliefs. They are inherent in every individual, but it is to my pleasure that I hold them in regard, whereas the majority seems content on only deducing cause-and-effect, generalities. I should not be so brass as to label this majority vulgar...though at times it seems tempting. It is a difficult thing considering human conditions, the mechanisms of any society, and psychological factors to deduce these supremely abstract concepts of emergent properties.

If the reader may excuse my seemingly huge botch of charlatanism, I think this is the quantum mechanics of intellectualism--being used to infer what nature is. These are methods of discovering truth, or at the least, means of tickling our preferences for the abstract. Humans are the creatures which are distinctly different because they are capable of thinking abstract to the excession that is symbology and language; science and literature. It is a shame that we lose ourselves in these trivialities, and the banalities of everyday life, that we do not explore the essence and full breath of our God-given intellects.

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There is an endless expanse of the present-tense. Every second is a repeat of the preceding seconds in superfluous identical details. What makes this moment religious is the nebulous context of its events, and the ease at which these events are perceived as natural. While this is the 'natural' order of events for this environment, it is by no means instinctual, expect by our perfunctory delusion and stringing along of trivial distractions. Relationships are drawn between analogous things, which themselves are only analogous to themselves, and not anything else. The breath of understanding from which realization is brought forth must indeed be as if the odds of inhaling in outer space and picking up some pocket of pressurized O2 oxygen and nitrogen. The writing seems to have put things more into perspective and taken dignity and articulating meddle, unawares, as the topic dwindles to the psychological and reflective.

“What passes for optimism is most often the effect of an intellectual error.” —Raymond Aron

One day I was standing outside, against a truck. The sun was beating down on me, and there was idle chatter of women speak in the background. The cars would pass by, oblivious of how wonderfully good and hot of a September day it was. A boy, as he was often referred to, continued writing, and that boy became I, and I became that boy. Across the street, 100 feet distant was a store. It was a very small store, about the size of a Japanese apartment. The “Enjoy Coke” sign was both quaintly appealing and fully implicative of its current purpose. I would imagine it could possibly offer me a hot coke. The clouds scattered as they were, all seemed to have some tint of held water. Rain was thus possible, yay the sun. Hoping that he was, a stranger by happenstance would greet him -- he did not entertain such delusions for long. As the sun beat down, the trees made their swaying noise, the cars kept passing by, and the people kept talking. It was quite pyrrhonist (Eudaimonia; Apatheia; Ataraxia; "Golden Mean") . That moment ended, when people snapped back into focus, and this narrator was given the mental option of singing alone with Tracy Lawrence's “Find Out Who Your Friends Are" (blaring from inside the building to his left) How poetic that my thoughts should amount to nothing. What was this boy’s name? A wasp {love bug), a now empty road, people still talking -- that was the boy’s name.
A wise scripture once remarked, ("Its winter now. The first snow this world's ever seen is falling in gray sheets where they've started burning our fields and orchards.") (“’But this winter won’t last, darlin’. Not forever. And when new hands set to tending this earth they’ll till my pieces under -- Grind them into the veins of gold I’ve laid. Then the roots of all they plant will wind around us; Keeping Us Close – For an eternal slumber that will never fade.’”)

{The now is all that matters...how small a piece of the puzzle (we neglect to consider the other parts, too)}