Morning thoughts.

Morning thoughts on words, via thenowhere.

It's... words. Words have so much power, and so very little meaning. When you dissect them, like anything else, you find nothing at the centre, but your perception, and point of view. That determines the shape you give them, over-all. That shape then determines the ways in which your words-- and consequently, your Ideas-- interlock with those of the people around you.

They will clash, at some point. The meaning is what you make it.

Morning thoughts on, and first words to me, from Danielle: "You look like Satan!" She was very chipper, this morning, if tired.

Morning thoughts on self and the family, from the unconscious: Father as a combination of himself, George Clooney, and a jewel thief, moving to a new neighbourhood, to scope itout, for his team, and deciding that he liked it there. Very American Gods, Shadow-And-Wednesday-in-Illinois feeling. Mother, father, sisters, step-mother, mech_angel, grandmother, family, attending my graduation, but most not really celebrating. They were waiting for me to finish something noteworthy, rather than mere graduate school.

I'm going to go listen to music, and drink water, before class.

Ta.

Anger at things...

First of all, irked by the simple fact of scientific reductionism. Reductionism, in general, without taking to a fully realised conclusions. Symmetry means "a harmonic arrangement of parts," yes? And yet people also rail against any form of circularity of definition as uninformative, and invalid.

Second: Found by ego_likeness: http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/10/22/opinion/polls/main965223.shtml

I don't know who said it, initially, but I think it's rather sad that people don't think that God would have been smart enough to come up with evolution. Why can things not be taken as metaphor and truth, accurate description and story, at the same time? What is so inconsistent about that? Show me where and why, make it make sense to me and you, and we'll see how it works out.

I hate it when people think that paradox is the end of the world. Paradox is the beginning of the world. Without it, we would not exist. We would still be nothing, floating in nothing, not thinking about anything, because ther would be nothing about which to think. Rather than realised nothingness, made into something, by something about ourselves, and the universe.

If quantum physics is true, then everything must be true and not true, permitted and forbidden. All we can do is choose.

Sartre pissed me off, today. I can choose the good for me, without asserting that it is the good, for all, at least on certain levels. Because, over-all, I'm going to want other people to do the same. But you know what? I know, and can work toward accepting that not everyone will. Because that's not what is "Good" for them. I can make that good for me.

God damn it, i'm so angry i'm not even connecting my paragraphs properly. Fuck it. I'm going home, to watch "Ravenous," and "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead." I'm in an R mood.