May 20th, 2005
|02:03 am - my life is a lateral thought|
i am facing a dilemma. and by dilemma, i mean thing that bothers me despite being entirely inconsequential. there is Too Much World. no matter what specific bit of reality interests you, there is simply more of it in existance than you could ever possibly even begin to comprehend. that is encouraging, in that there will always be something new and surprising to come across, but discouraging, in that you will never get a handle on what is out there and you will never know where the limits are. if you create something which to the best of your knowledge is entirely new and unique in every way, it is nonetheless possible and indeed very likely that something similar if not exactly the same already exists. what if someone was raised in a cave somewhere with instruments and a studio, but no access to the outside world. person has never heard any music created by anyone else, ever. person records an almost exact duplicate of the white album, or nevermind, or hell, why not middle of nowhere (hanson's debut album, for you deprived souls). have they been creative? have they created something original or new? what just happened? does this matter?
wait no, i got off track. the thing i meant to say bothers me (though that does too) is simply that i'll never finish. anything. i'll never be able to sit back and say, okay there's nothing left to read about and learn about and understand and know. because really, that's what i like, that's why i waste hours on the internet. i'm absorbing as much of the world as possible, exploring every last atom i can reach for, but i will never get all of it. i will never Figure Things Out. even if the whole world stopped right this second, there's already too much to wrap yourself around, and everything is constantly expanding. we are each a single point of light shooting a cone of possibility into the future, and it is growing with every moment, so much faster than we could ever keep up with.
also, my favorite acronym to say out loud is WYSIWYG. wysiwyg! wysiwyg! never gets old, it don't.
np: floa - straw seven
your journal entries always make me think, and for this I thank you.
also, what is WYSIWYG? It is rather fun to say :)
wysiwyg=what you see is what you get
you're welcome. and thank you! i've been trying to make this thing worthwhile
my dad told you what it means! he is a computer programmer, so that is the official h4x0r response
nope! you will never encapsulate existence. :).
i figure: move through it as well as possible; feel (or think) it as truly as possible. es todo que puedes (puedo, podemos) hacer, and it is everything -- to cite one andre dubus.
if you want less, you feel more. or at least if i want less, i feel more.
todo mi amor, xina
less as adverb, not as noun. x.
|Date:||May 22nd, 2005 04:54 pm (UTC)|| |
Would you really want to live in a world without a little mystery?
|Date:||June 1st, 2005 05:37 am (UTC)|| |
a certain level of mystery is a blessing. but this whole reality thing is just getting too cluttered and out of hand. like my room
that could work too.
who might you be?