• Re-reader • Centurion No.1 • Seoul urban planning nerd • Korean corporate HR shill • Cadbury Easter egg lover
2018년 6월 5일 화요일
Proof of Passion (PoP)
What do you talk about when you're drunk?
I'm not sure if there's a better Proof of Passion than the topics and subjects individuals bring up and (try to) focus on when they're drinking. To be clear, 'drinking' here refers to the consumption of alcoholic beverages, but I suppose it could also apply to the consumption of any marijuana-based product as well.
As any casual reader of this blog knows, my passion for the past eight or so months has been Cent. And you best believe that I am talking about Cent every damn time I drink. Just ask my wife or best mates, or close co-workers.
While the activity of drinking catches a lot of flack, mostly stemming from the results and consequences of over-drinking, when engaged with in moderation the results can be enlightening and therapeutic.
Nearly everytime I drink and talk about Cent, or anything that I am super passionate about and have invested a great deal of time and thought into, I make new connections, associations, convictions and advancements in my thinking.
The key is to remember these new connections, associations, convictions and advancements in your thinking. That's why I'm not shy about taking notes in my Diaro app while I'm drinking. Especially when it comes to Cent, my notes are writing the future. And alcohol has definitely helped in tha process.
But alcohol is just a tool. If that underlying passion hadn't existed, alcohol wouldn't have helped anything; in fact it probably would have had a net negative impact on my life. So I guess the moral of this story is to find your passion, and then get drunk or high. God, parents are going to love this blog post. Cheers everyone🍻
2018년 5월 28일 월요일
Drugs: the Good, the Bad and the Trippy
Of course I am talking about how it seems like Michael Pollan is on every podcast talking about his new book on drugs - specifically hallucinogenics - entitled, "How to Change Your Mind."
As Michael has repeatedly said on the Joe Rogan experience [here], the Ezra Klein Show [here], and Waking Up with Sam Harris [here], our time appears exceptionally fertilized for this discussion on drugs. It's about damn time.
To continue this discussion I posted a bounty on Cent to provide a forum for Centians to talk about drugs however they want. I anticipate a lot of high quality open discussion and dialogue, but I'm sure there will be Centians who are completely against the topic. Nevertheless, I'm excited to see how it all unfolds.
Anyways, join the discussion and get paid for sharing your thoughts here: https://beta.cent.co/+jz6rjv.
2016년 7월 31일 일요일
Biphasic Effect
An effect wherein, low and high doses of the same substance can produce opposite effects. For example, marijuana. Colloquially these opposite states are expressed by an individual when they say they are either 'high' or 'stoned', with the former state the result of a low dose, and the latter - of course - the result of too many hits to one's dome, or ingestion of a high dose edible.
2015년 4월 26일 일요일
We Are Astro Travellers
It's a joyous day!
Let us find the sprit in man, and travel; to the unknown.
To think because we are here in the present, it hasn't just started; this is comming - reality - out of the unknown, out of the nothingness. And we are going to go on into the infamous; into the celestial.
We are what you call Astro Travellers. So we are travelling from dimension to dimension.
If one man die, all men dead; and one man live, all men live.
Tell the ranks!
One dog, one cat, one goat, one fowl, one moon, one sun; it had to be multi purpose in order to sustain energy and life. So you have black, blue, green, pink, yellow, river, sea, mountain, birds, dogs - Man.
Everything is travelling on such. Everything is relative.
The car, the money.
Everything is connected to the universe.
So whether you are one person that does not realize how vulnerable we are within the changes of time, the earth will not disappear my brethren.
Because I and I!
~ Parts Unknown, Jamaica
Let us find the sprit in man, and travel; to the unknown.
To think because we are here in the present, it hasn't just started; this is comming - reality - out of the unknown, out of the nothingness. And we are going to go on into the infamous; into the celestial.
We are what you call Astro Travellers. So we are travelling from dimension to dimension.
If one man die, all men dead; and one man live, all men live.
Tell the ranks!
One dog, one cat, one goat, one fowl, one moon, one sun; it had to be multi purpose in order to sustain energy and life. So you have black, blue, green, pink, yellow, river, sea, mountain, birds, dogs - Man.
Everything is travelling on such. Everything is relative.
The car, the money.
Everything is connected to the universe.
So whether you are one person that does not realize how vulnerable we are within the changes of time, the earth will not disappear my brethren.
Because I and I!
~ Parts Unknown, Jamaica
2014년 9월 11일 목요일
Maybe...
Today we do things and don't do things because we can and don't have to. It is only upon realization of the latter that life begins to simplify and, paradoxically is enriched in the process.
2014년 6월 1일 일요일
Novel Idea
They say that the Industrial Revolution began in the first mines. Today, all that could be mined is ours. But now all the mines are in our skies. The year is 2033. Technological advancements dealing with mineral extraction and the capture and resolidification of spent combustible fuels that began some 10 years or so ago coalesced early last year. Following the United Nations admonitions, each individual nation signed up for energy independence. Due to the beneficent 'G' Corporation, the first and last supra-national corporate entity, every country has received it's very own A.I.R. PP a.k.a. Atmospheric Impurity Re-uptake Processing Plant (or Air Purifying Plants as they are sold to the masses) and with that the guarantee that through hard work any dream can become reality.
2014년 5월 15일 목요일
Words on tap
What are you doing? Or, what are you really doing? And, what do you really want to be doing?
Walking across once well worn floors, now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for time to leave them be, and so I leave.
In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap, I channel my 李白 and illuminate the secret affinity between τέχνη and ροίησις, all the while violence rages outside and past the borders beyond...
What are we doing? Or, what are we really doing? And, what will we be (really) doing?
Walking across once well worn floors, now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for time to leave them be, and so I leave.
In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap, I channel my 李白 and illuminate the secret affinity between τέχνη and ροίησις, all the while violence rages outside and past the borders beyond...
What are we doing? Or, what are we really doing? And, what will we be (really) doing?
2014년 4월 1일 화요일
Cherry Blossoms
Cherry Blossoms seem to engender a near mythical appreciation. They are the definitive message bearer to the masses that the long, hard Winter has fallen to the sudden, surprise, early thrust spear of Spring. The blossoms themselves will lead any casual observer to those memories - or fantasies for those as-yet-uninitiated - of youth when one first becomes aware of the opposite sexes surfeit of supple, unblemished smoothness. This in turn is also, apart from being the place of their actual origin, probably what leads many to associate the blossoms with Japan and its culture.
That said, many other countries as well, including South Korea and the United States, have unofficial periods wherein the blooming of these trees is announced, celebrated and enjoyed by its citizenry. These celebrations are more natural in that they are informal and lacking governmental or organizational auspices - which is to say that they do not take place within a conspicuous human enframing. It is nature itself that calls to man as it were, to come hither to catch a glimpse of perfection, which if the blossom itself is any indication only occurs in youth. Those so lucky to actually witness that moment, and it really is The Moment when the blossoms are in full bloom - and by full bloom I am not talking about the early, awkward stages of blooming when their skinny, pointed limbs are all too clearly visible and I am especially not talking about the later stage when the ugly, green leaves, the body hair if you will, poke through the perfect skin of blossoms that just form a complete, seemingly impenetrable orb of angelic whiteness around those awkward limbs - is to be bestowed with and at the same time burdened by Truth. And it is probably for this reason why many will simply pay it no mind and miss it altogether.
We lateborn, unfortunately, are no longer able to readily receive Truth let alone begin to comprehend it. Just try asking yourself what you believe Truth is or means. A few mental stuttering starts heading nowhere, probably followed by an anecdote of modern usage that goes something like the following: truth is something agreed upon, ideally based on fact, and that upon hearing or reading usually elicits a "Yeah, (I think) that is true" or something to that effect. Or maybe those of you who hail from institutions with latinate mottos (full disclosure: the motto of my alma mater, Korea University, is 'Libertas, Justitia, Veritas') will pay heed to the fact that Truth as spoken today in most romantic languages at least, derives from the Latin 'Veritas'. (The etymological origins of 'truth' as spoken in English, it should be noted, shares a closer affinity than we would like to admit with 'faith' and even 'loyalty', which is food enough for thought itself). That said, I don't know of anyone who actually knows let alone can indicate how exactly Veritas was thought of when it was still part of a living vernacular.
Veritas was not an original, thoughtful construct in Roman times, however, it was the translation of the Greek 'Aletheia' into Roman thought and as a result this thoughtful Greek Word has been brought into our modern language in an equally violent manner being called 'Truth'. To put it simply, the Greek word speaks of an "unconcealedness" or literally "the state of not being hidden". Moving fore, treading closer to the danger, and not for the mere purpose of highlighting etymological similarities, although such similarities cannot be said to not exist, I would like to briefly touch upon 眞理 or Zhenli or 진리. There are probably many ways to think through this word, or set of characters, and the argument could probably be made as to whether one should even try to think through the couplet or instead focus on one character at a time or even if such an attempt should be made at all!
Shall we not at least try to take a leap, perhaps even a leap of faith towards what may be true? A good place to start along a way to thinking, generally, is through the thoughts of an actual thinker. Regarding '眞', Zhuangzi (莊子) has already thought this character through as meaning 'Every-thing as it is' or '있는 그대로' in Korean. The second character, a compound of the radicals 玉 + 里, that when taken in isolation respectively indicate a precious gem and a village. Together, nowadays, when combined the resulting '理 ' is translated as either 'control' or 'logic', but these translations, especially the former, are ex post facto derivations. Derived from what? In both cases, the original gem and village denote the 'explicit implicitness' or the concealed nature of both objects. In the case of a precious gem, actually what is emphasized and always apparent first is the rough stone with the gem itself being unseen and only revealed later. A village is always only a village, and an area only comes to be called a village by virtue of the inhabitants that often exist in obscurity, or concealedness therein. So to be clear, the aspect of control that the above character has come to embody happened after, and only after the rough exerior of the gem or the nameless inhabitants of a village were forgotten in the sense that it became so simple to control the attaining of the gem itself or the groups of contained people.
The above attempt at beginning to think through '眞理', which now that it is safe to say is an approximation of Truth in both Chinese, Japanese and Korean, was given solely as food for thought. In this moment the matter at hand, however, is Cherry Blossoms. Cherry Blossoms, as mentioned at the outset, tend to evoke associations of Japan and its culture. As a matter of fact, the Japanese have for centuries made it a practice to picnic or sojourn under blooming Cherry Blossoms. In their traditional poetry, Cherry Blossoms were expressed reverentially by the single character denoting all flowers '花' for more than a millennia and some centuries. Why? Well, I guess, since '花' is composed of '艹' a radical simply demarcating something as a plant and '化' symbolizing man becoming man from man, then the Japanese must therefore have had an original, intimate experience wherein the Cherry Blossoms, and particularly Cherry Blossoms in full bloom came to represent not just plants that become unconcealed from out of the concealement that exists and is protected within plants which they in turn again appear within, but also that opening into what is concealed in man that allows man to become unconcealed as such. Or were you asking why Japanese picnicked beneath Cherry Blossoms in full bloom? Or did I answer that question too?
Unconcealedness needs concealedness. What is concealed is therefore no less true than what is unconcealed. The long, hard Winter that is now forgotten, out of sight and mind, has allowed the Beauty of Unconcealment to shine forth in full bloom by concealing itself. Does the poetry of the Japanese mean as much when they employ '花' to represent Cherry Blossoms? Who can say? Some light may befall our blind struggles fore if we remember poetry has always been Song. Laudes is the Latin name for songs. Laudare is a eulogy or praise. Maybe the ancient Greek myths were just long poems that were singing, praising, eulogizing, remembering what has been and thus what could be again and Japanese Poems are myths along the Same vein. If so, and even if not, I like to think of Cherry Blossoms as our Myth of Life, a life that may oft be forgotten, but will always be remembered, if not knowingly.
P.S. The Japanese call and know 'word' as 言葉 or petal(s) of saying...
That said, many other countries as well, including South Korea and the United States, have unofficial periods wherein the blooming of these trees is announced, celebrated and enjoyed by its citizenry. These celebrations are more natural in that they are informal and lacking governmental or organizational auspices - which is to say that they do not take place within a conspicuous human enframing. It is nature itself that calls to man as it were, to come hither to catch a glimpse of perfection, which if the blossom itself is any indication only occurs in youth. Those so lucky to actually witness that moment, and it really is The Moment when the blossoms are in full bloom - and by full bloom I am not talking about the early, awkward stages of blooming when their skinny, pointed limbs are all too clearly visible and I am especially not talking about the later stage when the ugly, green leaves, the body hair if you will, poke through the perfect skin of blossoms that just form a complete, seemingly impenetrable orb of angelic whiteness around those awkward limbs - is to be bestowed with and at the same time burdened by Truth. And it is probably for this reason why many will simply pay it no mind and miss it altogether.
We lateborn, unfortunately, are no longer able to readily receive Truth let alone begin to comprehend it. Just try asking yourself what you believe Truth is or means. A few mental stuttering starts heading nowhere, probably followed by an anecdote of modern usage that goes something like the following: truth is something agreed upon, ideally based on fact, and that upon hearing or reading usually elicits a "Yeah, (I think) that is true" or something to that effect. Or maybe those of you who hail from institutions with latinate mottos (full disclosure: the motto of my alma mater, Korea University, is 'Libertas, Justitia, Veritas') will pay heed to the fact that Truth as spoken today in most romantic languages at least, derives from the Latin 'Veritas'. (The etymological origins of 'truth' as spoken in English, it should be noted, shares a closer affinity than we would like to admit with 'faith' and even 'loyalty', which is food enough for thought itself). That said, I don't know of anyone who actually knows let alone can indicate how exactly Veritas was thought of when it was still part of a living vernacular.
Veritas was not an original, thoughtful construct in Roman times, however, it was the translation of the Greek 'Aletheia' into Roman thought and as a result this thoughtful Greek Word has been brought into our modern language in an equally violent manner being called 'Truth'. To put it simply, the Greek word speaks of an "unconcealedness" or literally "the state of not being hidden". Moving fore, treading closer to the danger, and not for the mere purpose of highlighting etymological similarities, although such similarities cannot be said to not exist, I would like to briefly touch upon 眞理 or Zhenli or 진리. There are probably many ways to think through this word, or set of characters, and the argument could probably be made as to whether one should even try to think through the couplet or instead focus on one character at a time or even if such an attempt should be made at all!
Shall we not at least try to take a leap, perhaps even a leap of faith towards what may be true? A good place to start along a way to thinking, generally, is through the thoughts of an actual thinker. Regarding '眞', Zhuangzi (莊子) has already thought this character through as meaning 'Every-thing as it is' or '있는 그대로' in Korean. The second character, a compound of the radicals 玉 + 里, that when taken in isolation respectively indicate a precious gem and a village. Together, nowadays, when combined the resulting '理 ' is translated as either 'control' or 'logic', but these translations, especially the former, are ex post facto derivations. Derived from what? In both cases, the original gem and village denote the 'explicit implicitness' or the concealed nature of both objects. In the case of a precious gem, actually what is emphasized and always apparent first is the rough stone with the gem itself being unseen and only revealed later. A village is always only a village, and an area only comes to be called a village by virtue of the inhabitants that often exist in obscurity, or concealedness therein. So to be clear, the aspect of control that the above character has come to embody happened after, and only after the rough exerior of the gem or the nameless inhabitants of a village were forgotten in the sense that it became so simple to control the attaining of the gem itself or the groups of contained people.
The above attempt at beginning to think through '眞理', which now that it is safe to say is an approximation of Truth in both Chinese, Japanese and Korean, was given solely as food for thought. In this moment the matter at hand, however, is Cherry Blossoms. Cherry Blossoms, as mentioned at the outset, tend to evoke associations of Japan and its culture. As a matter of fact, the Japanese have for centuries made it a practice to picnic or sojourn under blooming Cherry Blossoms. In their traditional poetry, Cherry Blossoms were expressed reverentially by the single character denoting all flowers '花' for more than a millennia and some centuries. Why? Well, I guess, since '花' is composed of '艹' a radical simply demarcating something as a plant and '化' symbolizing man becoming man from man, then the Japanese must therefore have had an original, intimate experience wherein the Cherry Blossoms, and particularly Cherry Blossoms in full bloom came to represent not just plants that become unconcealed from out of the concealement that exists and is protected within plants which they in turn again appear within, but also that opening into what is concealed in man that allows man to become unconcealed as such. Or were you asking why Japanese picnicked beneath Cherry Blossoms in full bloom? Or did I answer that question too?
Unconcealedness needs concealedness. What is concealed is therefore no less true than what is unconcealed. The long, hard Winter that is now forgotten, out of sight and mind, has allowed the Beauty of Unconcealment to shine forth in full bloom by concealing itself. Does the poetry of the Japanese mean as much when they employ '花' to represent Cherry Blossoms? Who can say? Some light may befall our blind struggles fore if we remember poetry has always been Song. Laudes is the Latin name for songs. Laudare is a eulogy or praise. Maybe the ancient Greek myths were just long poems that were singing, praising, eulogizing, remembering what has been and thus what could be again and Japanese Poems are myths along the Same vein. If so, and even if not, I like to think of Cherry Blossoms as our Myth of Life, a life that may oft be forgotten, but will always be remembered, if not knowingly.
P.S. The Japanese call and know 'word' as 言葉 or petal(s) of saying...
2014년 3월 14일 금요일
Hearing Simplicity, Simply Saying
Can anyone hear their own voice as others hear it? Along a similar vein, how many people hear their own voice when they write? Of that written voice - that literary voice - how many people actually hear that? Questions abound today for me, it seems.
People listen to people. People don't pay attention to phonies, fakes and fraudsters; intentionally that is. To rephrase: People listen to people who are human. Being human means not to be phony, fake or feigning ones real intentions. Kendrick Lamar says it best: I'm not the next pop-star, I'm not the next socially aware rapper. I am (a Human fucking being over dope-ass instrumentation) Kendrick Lamar.¹
People who are listened to must have something to say. How they say that something is important. Important means to be heavy, to be weighty. Not like a rock that you can feel weigh down your pocket; more like a boulder that is leaning against you and you against it. What is important for me may not be for you, not because it isn't important for you too, but rather you just can't or don't feel it the same.
How can I make others feel what I say? Most importantly, how can I make the masses feel what I say and maybe even eager to feel what I say? Many may say Ethos, Pathos and Logos, the three pillars of Aristotelian Rhetoric, are key, but such explanations are half-measures. Instead let's listen to someone who embodies the aforementioned rhetorical appeals: I know some rappers are using big words to make their similes curve but my simplest shit be more pivotal. I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals...²
There is an indescribable weightiness inherent within simplicity. Simplicity begs to be heard. One must strain to hear what is simply said. In this sense simplicity speaks. In it's own way, simplicity is the hardest complexity; the weightiest of all. So then is complexity or difficulty or speciality less important than simplicity?
What is commonly held to be complex or difficult or specialized is not complex or difficult or special, essentially. They are simply confusing or misleading. Confusion is in it's own way simple because there is always a reason at root for such a confusion to arise. But, it is not direct. It is not simple. Therefore, a distance exists that must be traversed in order to get to the root simplicity. Sometimes the root to simplicity is easy or hard and sometimes it is known or remains unknown. There remains always a relation.
Most if not everybody wants to be heard. Only a minuscule minority are ever truly heard, and of that group an even smaller percentage penetrate the hearts and minds of the many. It is that later group I too am struck by and feel compelled towards. I can't help but feel that what and how they speak is anything other than simple.
So why can't I simply speak simplicity?
¹ Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Ab-Souls Outro feat. Ab-Soul"
² Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Poe Mans Dreams ft. GLC"
People listen to people. People don't pay attention to phonies, fakes and fraudsters; intentionally that is. To rephrase: People listen to people who are human. Being human means not to be phony, fake or feigning ones real intentions. Kendrick Lamar says it best: I'm not the next pop-star, I'm not the next socially aware rapper. I am (a Human fucking being over dope-ass instrumentation) Kendrick Lamar.¹
People who are listened to must have something to say. How they say that something is important. Important means to be heavy, to be weighty. Not like a rock that you can feel weigh down your pocket; more like a boulder that is leaning against you and you against it. What is important for me may not be for you, not because it isn't important for you too, but rather you just can't or don't feel it the same.
How can I make others feel what I say? Most importantly, how can I make the masses feel what I say and maybe even eager to feel what I say? Many may say Ethos, Pathos and Logos, the three pillars of Aristotelian Rhetoric, are key, but such explanations are half-measures. Instead let's listen to someone who embodies the aforementioned rhetorical appeals: I know some rappers are using big words to make their similes curve but my simplest shit be more pivotal. I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals...²
There is an indescribable weightiness inherent within simplicity. Simplicity begs to be heard. One must strain to hear what is simply said. In this sense simplicity speaks. In it's own way, simplicity is the hardest complexity; the weightiest of all. So then is complexity or difficulty or speciality less important than simplicity?
What is commonly held to be complex or difficult or specialized is not complex or difficult or special, essentially. They are simply confusing or misleading. Confusion is in it's own way simple because there is always a reason at root for such a confusion to arise. But, it is not direct. It is not simple. Therefore, a distance exists that must be traversed in order to get to the root simplicity. Sometimes the root to simplicity is easy or hard and sometimes it is known or remains unknown. There remains always a relation.
Most if not everybody wants to be heard. Only a minuscule minority are ever truly heard, and of that group an even smaller percentage penetrate the hearts and minds of the many. It is that later group I too am struck by and feel compelled towards. I can't help but feel that what and how they speak is anything other than simple.
So why can't I simply speak simplicity?
¹ Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Ab-Souls Outro feat. Ab-Soul"
² Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Poe Mans Dreams ft. GLC"
2014년 2월 20일 목요일
Prelude to Spring in Seoul
April 20, 2013
So I just saw this. No, peeped would be a more apt past participle verb to employ in this instance. From my prime seating on the blue 408 bus - usually taken as a back-up plan to the express 1005-1 since it comes in fucking 20 plus minute intervals (thereby negating any express benefits unless the hand of fate decides to intervene on those rarest of rare occasions) - I spot them. Although a good 70~85 meters away, my blue-greens focus squarely upon the towering twin peaks.
For those readers who may not know, in Seoul, while not exceedingly rare - as say weed - exsquisite breasts demand attention of the highest order. How can I say this? Dear reader, these breasts were not locked down. By that I want to say that the fortunate transporter of said breasts did not constrict them in order to "blend in" with the local habitat. Unlike so many amply endowed transportors (and they are, like a valet of a stretch limo, merely carrying those marvelous expressions of perfection around from 'a' to 'b' for all to see; but I digress) who treat their otherworldly sisters not unlike how former generations of Chinese did in regards to women's feet - fucking disfiguring the shit out of them - this wise woman announced them to the world in their full glory.
A well worn, washed-out purple, high thread count cotton shirt, with the following words inscribed on the upper portion in what I believe to be Akzidenz Grotesk font: "NOT SILICONE."
All caps. Nuff said.
So I just saw this. No, peeped would be a more apt past participle verb to employ in this instance. From my prime seating on the blue 408 bus - usually taken as a back-up plan to the express 1005-1 since it comes in fucking 20 plus minute intervals (thereby negating any express benefits unless the hand of fate decides to intervene on those rarest of rare occasions) - I spot them. Although a good 70~85 meters away, my blue-greens focus squarely upon the towering twin peaks.
For those readers who may not know, in Seoul, while not exceedingly rare - as say weed - exsquisite breasts demand attention of the highest order. How can I say this? Dear reader, these breasts were not locked down. By that I want to say that the fortunate transporter of said breasts did not constrict them in order to "blend in" with the local habitat. Unlike so many amply endowed transportors (and they are, like a valet of a stretch limo, merely carrying those marvelous expressions of perfection around from 'a' to 'b' for all to see; but I digress) who treat their otherworldly sisters not unlike how former generations of Chinese did in regards to women's feet - fucking disfiguring the shit out of them - this wise woman announced them to the world in their full glory.
A well worn, washed-out purple, high thread count cotton shirt, with the following words inscribed on the upper portion in what I believe to be Akzidenz Grotesk font: "NOT SILICONE."
All caps. Nuff said.
2012년 7월 9일 월요일
Human Experiences As Experiential Humans
People just don't know. People are either afraid of or have no fear of what they don't know. Case in point: weed. Many are vehemently opposed to it whilst the rest are either users puffing away with no fear or are one of those who don't or no longer smoke, but are still nonetheless taking the idea of weed lightly; read without fear (of it's weight: importance).
So what does 'knowing' look like? To tread upon a closely related, but slightly more enlightened path let's take the well known subject of wine up. Wine is not just a substance; it is far more. How much more? To avoid a long diatribe, I simply ask of you to think upon what man has come to know of wine. A lot. Next I pose this simple question, "Of what we 'know' in regards to what wine is, is wine limited to that knowledge, is it merely something that can have certain attributes listed, varietals evaluated, etc...?". Surely not, it is something to be experienced, fully. Experience means eundo assequi, to obtain something along the way, to attain something by going on a way.
So what is reached by the individual who undergoes an experience with wine? Not mere knowledge. Granted. Obtained is a relation of oneself to wine's manifold essence. A relation should not be confused with a mere standing in front of a thing, although that is the essence of what an idea is, but a relation in the sense that what is experienced cannot occur or come to light the same if one aspect were different. Thus we can say that each experience is fundamentally different, in an essentially inseparable subjective and objective sense.
From such an experience we have in our mind, and moreover we have impressed upon our senses (not in the sense of possessing a mere object) an idea of what wine then is. Idea, eidos in the Greek, in the sense that what remains can only remain from the originary experience; it is that experience always and forever more.
But, it may rightfully be objected, others can say that they too, even without physically experiencing something, say ganja, and can still have an idea about something. Surely. Can one argue against them? If all they mean to say is that they have the ability to sense, in the sense that they are able to turn towards a certain call or scent, and as such a turning towards something is inherently a standing with or against something or what we alluded to earlier as a 'standing-in-relation-with', then yes they too can have that 'idea' as well. That not withstanding, however, their 'idea' to put it lightly, has no weight. Thus their claim to their idea, whilst a valid one in regards to what an idea is, lacks importance and weight when con-sidered widely.
Nowadays, however, people are fucking retarded; they wrongly assert the claim 'everyone is entitled to have their own idea' to mean 'everyone is correct in their ability to have and maintain an idea' no matter how light an idea's inherent importance may be. No one can deny funadamently the ability of an idea to impact others given what we have said in regards to what the essence of an idea is, but the fact that people feel like their idea is important when we said earlier most people don't truly know the weight of something because they have not, they do not know what it means to have a 'true experience' is clear evidence of how soft people are today.
Experiencing, as it should be apparent by now, necessarily goes beyond what we conceive of as being physical towards a deeper, yet fully related, thinking experience where the true importance of something becomes apparent, appears be-fore: only with you (thus with all???). Such an undertaking, as it should be, is not easy; it's hard as a rock is heavy(重). One cannot take this lightly, and if you cannot take something lightly you should be con-cerned perhaps even fearful of what is to be con-fronted as it is what is most important.
Thus fear, as being that which hinders one from seeing what truly lies before oneself on the path towards something is what needs to be overcome, what one needs(必要) to truly experience as being that which has been overcome to help give weighty-necessity (重要) or importance to an experience; leading to transcendence. Inherently, where fear is, security can not exist, as fear should force one into caring about it upon being truly con-fronted.
Secure, sine-cure, meaning literally: without care. The only way to overcome fear is to step into it, or better yet by taking a (originary) leap into it (Ur-sprung). A gap separates you from what lies before, thus a leap, perhaps to say it clearer, a leap of faith is necessary? Not a blind leap into the unknown, but into what always has been. Experiences, whence truly experienced, take us back to the origin by lighting the path be-fore of what is, always has been and what will continue to be: the weightiest(最重要) of all.
So why do so many people not care??? Is there nothing to fear any longer? Do people know, truly and essentially, how to care? Or do people merely have a faint idea left over, a vestigial memory if you will, from sometime or someone who really cared that allows them to have a claim, regardless of how tenuous or hollow it may be, to 'know' about caring and thus blindly believe that they do care? Do people want to care???
"The only thing one has to fear is fear itself...". Fear itself never exists in and of itself, it is as it is only as it is con-fronted. Con-fronted by whom? Man. Why is the rule of law held in such esteem? Or western gods? but for the mere fact that they are not man. Man is only safe when he is not man, or to put it clear, as he is not in a relation with himself as man. To rephrase the above quote then we might say, "The only thing man fears is man; his true self (das Selbst, 真正的自己)." Thus man usually finds himself as a mere 'role' or part being played by a 'disinterested' con-ception of an original self for a cyclical purpose; a purpose, mind you, worked out well in advance of the common understanding as to why said purpose or 'goal' is or must be under constant pursuit.
The ego or I of who we are is only projected outwards as a sliver of who we really are as a mere mask (persona)... Our persona, as is well accepted, is the mask we put on for society, but moreover for ourselves, paradoxically to protect ourselves from our very self. But who are we when we are our True Self???
Does this not call for self-discovery through self-examination or as it is refered to in the East as meditation or 省察 or 自己反省 or 參神...
To interject into this polemical dialogue, if I can be granted the reprieve in calling this in such a way, what does all of this have to do with weed? Everything and nothing. Please do not take the last sentence as some vacuous truism said just for saying's sake. Words should be said with the greatest care to permit the calling from such saying to carry it's full weight... Such sayings are hard, and are apt to be mis-understood, but this should not discourage the attempt...
Anyways, weed among other drugs and fear-shrouded objects, has been shown to not 'enlighten' the mind by playing the role of a shortcut and 'turning on' various areas of the brain, but actually serves to shut down a very particular part of the brain responsible for 'projecting' our masked self; our ego. But, we know that despite this literal freeing ourselves from our mask of ourselves, weed can stone us and make us unaware of anything. As a result, weed is used as an escape from the mask; a running away from: read a non con-fronting.
Thus no experience is to be had. However, what would happen if a teacher appeared in order help and guide others on a true experience with weed. Not to merely 'use' it as a cause to elicit a reaction, although no one can doubt that this sort of relationship can be derived out of such an experience, but to really come to understand what has for thousands of years remained in the shadows due to constant mis-understanding. Even if weed has been used in the past, however distant or near, there has never been a push to experience it as it really is. Such a far reaching Experience would hold within it all that has been and more: the weight of itself upon us.
To bear the full weight of something, together with it, upon our self; that is a path that once set upon will not serve as an isolated lane dead-ended in itself, but contrarily, as any path that really is a path, will bear a relation to something. Where the relation is, or if such a relation should be found to be the Relation of relations, is far from being decided, but that should not discourage the attempt from happening either.
2012년 3월 6일 화요일
Forever
If one were to take a cursory walk back into the past and experience what was important (and in some cases may still be, albeit as an eidos of a different sort...) what would stand out as something extra-ordinary?
Three Aspects of Music
As I see it, music in any form reflects three basic aspects: firstly, the artist as the person he or she really is and has been; secondly, music reflects the soul of the surroundings in which it happens and occurs; and thirdly, music chrystalizes time in terms of the natural change of a day comprising all variations of a dawn till another dawn as well as the season and all it's possible esoteric fluctuations as per when it is performed or recorded.
2011년 10월 14일 금요일
Novels & Short Stories
The long novel, in it's intricate and detailed reinterpretation of life as it is, as it is perceived to have been or could possibly be, is anti-life in the sense that it seeks to impose the will of a single mind on all those who read, by making the story function as an independent, autonomous expression; the antithesis of what it means to be a part of this world or even the smallest community. The short story on the other hand, in its open and loose framework, allows every reader to impose his or her own will into the story interpretting those "empty" spaces, thus creating their own unique story through their subjective perception. Humans, if separated from this continuum of collected history, some of which is still fresh enough to maintain it's meaning and significance, some of it devoid of any culturally significant content thus making it a dead imposition on man, would make and impart new meaning onto their life and world around them; and it is this element that is specifically human. Picking and choosing; a removal of those impediments to fresh and contemporary human expression is necessary for a humane society and for works to function as an extension and expression of that humanity.
2011년 2월 23일 수요일
Thoughts on a Bus
Love is like a cobweb; beautiful for its seemingly indiscriminate union of unique geometrical shapes, figures and strength derived thusly from; at the same time a nightmare when no longer viewed in the light of day. In the dusk of a former love's memory gazing, nearly hypnotized by the pink and orange effluvia projected upon the near eve sky by that hollow glow of what was, sinking beneath the horizon, one runs the risk of becoming entangled within that forgotten web behind. Fight as they may, it is soon realized that all effort to free oneself from this web be futile; the more one struggles the more impossible it becomes to extricate oneself from the grasp of this mental cobweb.
Out of my time spent partaking in life, it is indeed a rarity to find a soul who enjoys, beyond the mere nominal acquiescence, the cleaning up after oneself or another; it always remains a chore. However, tidying up to keep a clear home leads to healthier physical potentiality. As spring cleaning serves to rid the house of the accrued death and cobwebs accumulated over winter in preparation for the season of rebirth in the physical world, the same is necessary in that other, regrettably often too neglected world we also participate in. In this dialectic world of the subjective self and objective surroundings, the exterior receives most of the attention; leading often to deleterious results for both. The cult of change that society has become the exemplar devotee to, that man and woman have without so much of a feigned struggle, chose to accept over the past century; a change that affects the very life blood of humanities political economy in the classical sense, is but the negative principal of the forgotten positive ideal. We've removed ourselves from the seasons of nature into the narrowly sterile, neatly quartered monetary confines where wares for the abstract concept of what we used to know as seasonal changes are peddled. The fight for this change is what people live towards in this day and age.
Focus on this sterilized form of exterior change, having removed us from the bosom of mother nature has also diverted attention away from our Jungian selves. The ego being the conspicuous element of adolescent development that projects itself outward to rely on style or the opinions of others for support. As a natural, but not absolute antithesis, the self being the container of the hitherto weaker parts of the personality relegated to our unconscious, serves at first as a means to protect our fragile ego development from failure. On the whole, however, it is not supposed to be suppressed forever, and in keeping with Hegalian dialectic, it ultimately purposes to create, or more appropriately endeavor to create a synthesis or in Jungian terms a 'Gegensatzvereinigung' with the ego.
It, refering to the self, is to be perceived at first with recognition and a purposeful striving towards strengthening those weaker elements of the personality to make a fuller, richer self. Thusly, since life itself is but the objective backdrop of what our subjective self projects out upon it, a necessarily richer and more diverse world will be able to cultivate itself and spring forth organically, rising out of the compost of all humanities subjective selves. That is, to move away from what Freud termed the 'death instinct' or that of relying upon lifeless material things and dead cosmic superstitions to compensate for our disconnection from that richest conception of unified existence; that of the inseparable nature between a mother and child in its first two or three years. So then, having recognized and internalized the self and our previous death instinct there arises an attempt to recreate a new system of life; that of moving back towards, not the infantile, but a new mature and enlightened 'life instinct'; utilizing the crystallization of both human and natural history is what we need to strive for. (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
A life instinct whose only hope of rediscovery for the majority, I fear, is within that sterile egoistic state that men and women have cocooned themselves within. Despite the consciously oriented attempts of humanity until now to create a sterile, lifeless canvas for life to be rationally organized and directed upon, the most conspicuous element of the former organic life, full of potentiality towards reorienting our lives in exactly a more organic direction is love; specifically the lost, forgotten, only to be re-discovered within the unconscious dusk of love's cobwebs. The pain of being trapped within, makes us look within, towards our own self, and it can only be through a re-connection of that boundless depth and diversity of life that resides in all of us that we can even maintain the most infinitesimal hope for a better objective life for all.
2010년 3월 14일 일요일
High School Status B-Buster Shizzer
What the fuck man, it's 945 pm on a goddamn Sunday. My highs wearin off from the little bit of weed I smoked today and I'm still at Blockbuster. I'm fuckin sittin my ass down and readin a magazine. This standin bullshits too tirin. Goddamn Angelina Jolie is fuckin tits man. I think I'll read that mag. This is the most luxury I've been privy to all week. Sittin on a cold metal chair with a movie trailer playin overhead four weeks old that I memorized better than the Dicken's two weeks ago and got annoyed with three point five weeks ago, and readin whatever magazine this is with Angelina's fine ass.
Beep Beep
What the F. Who the hell rents videos this goddamn late? Oh how are you doing tonight Sir? Do you need any assistance? Oh I will gladly find that for you. Just hold on for a second and I'll go get it. To get you the fuck out of here. I'll meet you up at the register Sir. Goddamn this guy's a grease ball. He's got some sweatpants with cigarette burns and a dirty ass white undershirt on with yellow pit-stains growin by the minute. Do you have your Blockbuster card with you tonight Sir? No, of course you don't you greasy mother fucker, you probably ate it along with the wallet you never had. What's your last name Sir? Dick, hmm no fuckin comment on that shit. Beep. Beep. Ok Sir, your total is.... What?! you have a coupon? You fucking stingy prick, you can't even afford a measly video rental. Ok Sir, let me just scan that for you quickly. Beep. Beep. Goddamn why isn't this shit workin? Beep. BeepBeepBeepBeep. I'm sorry Sir, this coupon appears to be expired. Oh, you just received it last week? You goddamn liar. That is honestly the one thing I can't fuckin stand, a liar, but I'm too tired for this shit. I apologize for the confusion and I will give you a store credit for this. Beep. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience, here are your movies and have a GREAT NIGHT. Dick head.
Did you just give him a store credit Matthew? Haven't I told you a million times you can't just be giving store credits to whomever you feel like? Are you even listening to me? Hey, where do you think you're going mister? I'm not done speaking to you (yet)....
Yo I'm sorry I'm going on my fifteen. Haha too late bitch, I'm already out the door. Shit I'm stressed man. I gotta get something to chill me out. Hmm, ah! Holy shit, holy shit. I think my boy left his bowl and bud in my whip. Haha ya mother fucker. Lemme get this bowl packed. Goddamn this is some sticky shit. Aight, here we go... Flick, flick.
Welcome to Blockbuster, how can I help you?
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