WickedEye's Quotient

9/05/2007 at 02:48

Thoughts jotted down while in class this semester...


Not reality. Not fantasy. Not light. Not dark.

Not precise. Not blunt. Not illuminated.

No edges. No lines.

No questions.

And no pronouns.

Humans love asking questions to which they don’t have the answers. To which no answer may ever be possible.

Why IS a raven like a writing-desk?

Here’s to elucidation. Sweet monkey, I hope it’s catching.

Never underestimate the ability of people to be utterly uninterested in terrible problems which don’t directly affect them.

Why is it that when I feel swamped, the Bog of Eternal Stench is a mildly odorous but unprepossessing reek in comparison?

Everyone knows that they live alone inside their own skins. So why do we rarely if ever think about this idea? Is it too terrible? Too appealing? Why spend so much time acting in denial of it? Would explicitly acknowledging it make us more compassionate?

What does freedom mean? Is it an idea? A reality? What is it worth?

What is a terrorist?

Is it someone who kills innocents? Someone who kills noncombatants? Someone who fights for the overthrow of the regime under which s/he lives? Revolutionaries, soldiers, guerilla fighters, freedom fighters- where are the edges of these categories?

The flicker of fluorescent lights saps my energy. I know I sound like Joe from Joe vs. the Volcano here, but can’t energy-efficient lighting be achieved without this skimmed-milk-blue humming zap?

These words are apparently illegal: Mr. Cheney, I think your policies in Iraq are reprehensible.

Magic Numbers: Atomic Stability
Fe (86P, 126N)

Neutrons and Protons:
2, 8, 20, 28, 50 and 82
Difference: 6, 12, 8, 22, 32

2, 8, 20, 28, 50, 82, 126, 184
Difference: 6, 12, 8, 22, 32, 44, 58

There’s a pattern here. Dammit. Dammit. Why can’t I see it?

Love beggars you. Family, intellect, education, friends- none of those things matter when romantic love is involved: nakedness is the order of the day. No pedigree, no credential will suffice for you there.

Come empty-handed, bearing only yourself with you.

The difference between profanity and obscenity: other than the obvious distinction between profaning something sacred and exposing something sexual or deviant?

Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly,
Not that they sow, but that they so seldom reap,
Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve,
Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.
-Vachel Lindsay


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