[...this has been a message from the emergency broadcast system.]
It is important to be aware of those times when we are in error. It is on those occasions that our true character can be tested. One’s response to such a realization, or whether the realization occurs at all, can speak volumes about a person’s dedication to that which can be deemed “true.”
I have, over the years, developed a particular fondness for finding myself in the wrong, and admitting it. There are times, I will concede, that I still find it difficult to do so. However, as this kind of circumstance tends to be one of our best learning mechanisms, the pride I hold for my ability to admit such a fault typically outweighs the difficulties associated with doing just that.
["Love is a chance combination of elements. Any one thing can keep it from igniting: a mood, a glance, a remark. But if we could define love, if we could predict it, it would probably lose some of its power."]
The great poets are dead or gone, the final remnants of their genius left to whip about in the wind as shreds of paper dance in the path of a fast moving object. Rennaissance is replaced with revolution. The more romantic notions of this world have all but disappeared, unrecognizable to younger generations, presented in works of art as historic frames of mind. Irrepressible, pure emotions are haphazardly given the slightest considerations in a modern world of more competitvely-colored overtones.
Understanding and reason, and the basis for these things, reside in the mind’s ability to be aware of its self, to contemplate itself, its purpose, its reason for subsisting in such an indifferent universe. Emotion, the intrusive neighbor, dwells several floors down, haplessly barging in on the mind in order to complicate its existence and, at the same time, impose a certain amount of meaning. It yearns to simultaneously satisfy and confuse the mind’s sense of purpose.
[Hold your breath for the duration...]
Delusion: Supposititious. You! Remove the face, and take off that hat. They do not suit you and there no longer exists a need for such nonsense. Please, at least for the moment, allow the real to show through. Prove to me that you’re a real human being, complete with faults and the same amount of apathy that I, myself, can display. If you don’t know, say so. If you don’t care, don’t pretend to. If you can’t possibly stand me, then act accordingly. Anything else would be a complete waste of time.
Seclusion: The customer is priority one! Attention customer service representatives: It matters not that your company believes it is imperative that you tell me to “have a nice day.” I know full well that you do not mean it, that you could honestly care less what kind of day that I have, intended or otherwise. Please, if you must thank me for my patronage, then leave it at that. You don’t care, and I don’t care that you don’t care. Oh, and be sure to relay that message to the idiots on high who insist that you must, at all costs, pretend to care.
[this must be somebody else's fault...]
Delusion: It is what it is. An issue develops, seeming to exist as a potential threat to your mental well-being, with potential for goal-related interruptions, mental distractions or all around retardations. If it were just another human, it would have robbed you of your valuables and left you half-beaten in a ditch by now. Your mind, despite whatever discipline it can cling to, tends to wrap itself around the subject whenever it’s allowed a free moment. You close your eyes for sleep, only to find the problem staring at you in the face with a beastly grin. It even has the audacity to enter your dreams. There just isn’t a line of respect these things will not cross.
No matter how hard you may try, you cannot escape its constant reminding, hoping that you spend your worry on it.
Seclusion: Underneath it all. The more ridiculous of us would allow such an intrusive pest to consume specific parts of our lives until it successfully numbed all sensation in those same specific parts. The moderately intelligent find a way to deal with the issue, sometimes positively; other times, not so much. However, we must ask…are we certain there isn’t more to the situation itself? Perhaps deeper?
Hello everyone! I am pleased to announce that thew0rd has a new co-author. He writes under the name Electronaut. I feel that his writings will add the editorial voice to thew0rd that it has been missing. His writings at his blog delusion, seclusion and conclusion are both insightful and entertaining; offering a unique perspective of the human condition, as it were.
Electronaut’s content and topics will be chosen and written by him with no editorial oversight. I look forward to the points of view he will bring to thew0rd. You should all enjoy his posts as his writing style is much better than my own. I know we are all looking forward to his posts in the future. Thank you for gracing us with your presence Electronaut.
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