Saturday, 26 October 2013

Multiple thoughts

There is a visage called the mouth. It is a gas mask, which renders all speech to muffles, unintelligible ramblings about anything that must be deemed insignificant. Oratory and dirges, all reduced to blasphemous nonsense. Each of these thoughts that follows may offend you, but that is because of its originality, its unbroken virtue that doth not penetrate the material plastic that separates fire from fantasy. If you find yourself unable to continue reading, then please, by all means, stop, and continue with your life: that so insipid, so bastardized life.

1. On the most dis[g]ussed number: What is it with numbers that so... enchant, or rather, deceives the common man? For one fine example, take the essential unity from the difference of the leading immaculate duet, give three less than sextuple itself where Galois could guarantee, allow a superstition to adulterate one less than which our terrestrial cosmos do orbit... I suppose, and I do suppose, that numbers is the only means which men could characterize themselves... quantitatively. Quantitative descriptions allow for easy comparisons. And who is able to look fame in the eye and not be seduced? This man only resides in novels and poems, I suppose. A number is painted gold, but let humanity be a solution of aqua regia. I will see what your number can do.

2. On humiliation. What does it mean to be humiliated? I suppose that we would agree that a loss in a battle is a humiliation (or even a loss of a number...). I would say to you that battles themselves are humiliations: Humiliations to the very virtue of human. Is it enough to win? No. No victories are accomplished without defeat, and even if there are, it would not satiate the bottomless pit. Yes, that is a kind of humiliation. But what IS humiliation? Humiliation is the moment when the immoral "moralizes", the uneducated "educates", the barbaric "rules", the dissonant "unites", the greedy "humbles", the entropic "organizes", the downright egregious plays the protagonist in the contrived theatre you call life. This is why we are doomed to fall as a civilization: These uncivil underminers of what our ancestors have established.

3. On rules: I am an opposer of authoritarian regimes. I would much prefer a life without rules than one with rules. I am sure that most would agree. But from where do rules arise? We are a civilization that is uncivil. We harm each other to our benefits, or even to our own harm, for the sake of harming. This sadism permeates through all of us, an inescapable fate that plays the final notes of our dirge, breaking the string of the violin of life, I suppose. When I observe how downright evil and selfish humans (and I mean you, all of you) can be, I would just sigh in the face of rules, and allow her to deliver her punishment to mankind, as I have proven that human is a kind of animal that thrives not on civilization, but on torture.

4. On the Obvious: I did a presentation on the theory of knowledge for the IB, and discussed the topic of common sense (yes I am a student too). Yet, I suppose I should reject all that I said. Humans are illogical creatures. Even the most obvious of all things would seem to them as dubious. Humans have eyes, but they are so rarely used that I doubt if we have them functioning at all. An inherently false statement by definition, or even by the most basic of all logic, would be deemed true, and be used as a law, a theory in the "Sciences". How absolutely ridiculous, how an entity can be formed with 1000 individual entities that wish only to annihilate their own species, to gain an advantage (or to perform sadistic acts, as I have mentioned). The result is a structure that collapses on itself. Yet, we put them in a package so elaborately decorated, so colourful, so pretentious, that we would win our battle just by cardboard alone. 

I suppose that I should stop thinking. Thinking is not valued in this society anymore. Better to say the prayers that harm, the incantations that kill, the curse that, ironically, heals, while the music of life runs, albeit always a beat slow.