Wednesday, April 30, 2014

On the upside, another ramble...

    I were thinking about the inset malaise that should seem to crop up in previous months.  Here, if your life were about the sort of structure born of the teenager that loafed on a couch too much, and you hadn't figured out enough, suddenly finding another epiphany, there is little disclosure here on this matter.  Thinking less about something then more about something else.

    I think about the cruise, if I could afford it, or something that I could do (if I could afford it), and when you can likely you don't have the time, either way, it all works out about the same, doesn't it?!  Unless, you were independently wealthy and had much time and money either way, in which case, likely one were to say, more likely not to want to have something of incentive from the psychological perspective.  All  supposedly, supposedly, but generally I'd think if I had the money, I could make use of it, and likely I'd all the same slowly teetotal the funds.  Only considering the idea, that it weren't merely acting miserly about the money, but strategically using it as in the case of sensory deprivation, building up a grand case of cabin fever which leads to the next trip which should inevitably seem so much more rewarding.  Here, you imagine travelling all the time, and really there isn't much mystery over time if you spent the nth time in the same place, or found yourself off season in some place where the liveliness about a place were completely absent, or that you'd be equally clued as to what a place were not more then it supposedly were.  The years spent were a lesson in some ways, although I am sure someone could likely correct on the point, that it were easy to love a place if you found much to love in it, and asked for little in return.  Then neither asking for enough, or getting something else entirely is another matter.

   Here freedom, or seems this way, or close to it, close enough.  While there should seem less opportunity in some ways, there were an overabundance in other ways.  The sort of measure that should say that one were never so much the worthwhile, is boundless freedom, or consider how many less you were placating/patronizing in the process as in acting upon the daily routine of life, the sort of politeness that had one holding tongue long enough here...sorry I should avoid this much in a social context, it never seems easy, and even I think to placate in a way here, or realize erratum, the paradox of harboring, if it is truly as it should seem, it seems better to believe that it isn't, and if it isn't then you have lost nothing in the process by way of some abandonment in thought, but if it is then logically as it seems, then you have still nothing to lose in a way, except by way of injury or something else, but not at least on the point of having done much wrong in the way of existing previously.  Freedom is like this, if only ever highly idealized.  Potentially innocent people have the possible prospect here of taking forty added minutes to croak on a gurney while the state declares much else free, and between commercials and anything of the drive wherever it has taken place, and one managed anonymously to think of all things about in a moments notice, the happenings elsewhere in the cosmos.  Yes, elsewhere, where it were harder to imagine, in the idealistic ways, the biological cold war arms race culminating in the dangerous super weeds getting so scarily out of hand on Pandora that you'd have the priesthood of facsimile to relay the signs of Yucca mountain.  Elsewhere where potentially you're not thinking about paying the bills, rent, food for much of anything, and the collective lot were taken care of...it seems like the Eloy without the Morlocks, or for that matter, you were marveling on just how far ten cents would purchase a ticket to somewhere else, maybe a 10 AU journey absurdly enough?!  Its not just that energy were truly cheap and plentiful and that the overlords there hadn't much of stranglehold on the energies market, but that it seems you were imagining a world so much freer of exploitation.  These sorts of dreams of a better world, manage to persist or generally it sadly seems that sociological parameters start heading in expected ways, more so while it seems that some argue there are never 'free rides' of anything in nature, it seems a matter of perspective, neither is reasonable biological existence born in the absolutist sense of toil, or that better the happy medium of workload, lay in some reasonable fashion generally, unless you lived in the arctic and were truly hardened, or at least hardened to the degree of somewhere where a given lifespan should be counted on one hand in terms of decades.

     On this point, it seems then if one could in the less limiting sense to the approach of another, and I recall so many years ago, a man that should seem rather aboriginal too me, or aboriginal at least in the sense of coming from down under, whom had silver hair, dark skin and so forth.  Persistently walking between Ottawa, Lawrence, and Kansas City, whom actually as one news report indicated were married, but who liked to be out and about a lot who in his lifetime acquired several masters degrees (a doctorate...although it seems this might have been wishful thinking), but never really worked as far as one could tell in the traditional sense in anything.  Seems rather strange to live this way, or it should seem almost as a dream in a way...sort of side mentions anyways according to accounts.  Here another Bartleby, one were thinking, but without in another way the sort of depressing dead letters ending, or at least, in another matter of perspective, where it seems there is economy in existence, existence is likely, and even economy isn't always right in dictating what goes and doesn't go, you are reminded on this humorous and absurd point that a yogi were living for supposedly a decade on literally nothing to eat, and as it turns out...well, in the heavens, e = mc^2 and there is much energy seemingly vacuous air, or that someday, you should, in the biological sense need nothing but air to live of...is how, potentially free things could be, if it weren't necessary to create, complex organic compounds to live out of thin air.  The magician in time wins on this better living through chemistry point!  What should seem miraculous today were merely just more commonplace in another world, or to think of it, imagine, the absurdity of fighting over resources in that day that need never be fought over?!  So it is on this accord the nature of one's freedom, that ever the case of being more free at that were so much to the helm of human nature which is itself could not exist without much that should come with this existence, that is to near anywhere closer to the idea that something were more ideal, while living ironically among the ideals that would posit something of the quasi functioning of a given reality in such day, were to the abandon of human nature.  The younger generations these days, ideally save the planet because they are more inclined to travel via tablets and smartphones, not because the aspire much to the ideals beyond Mondrian type banners.  The 10 Au journey offer is likely much ignored, and I am looking forward to the prospect that a more humble journey were so much the smaller fraction of 10 A.U.

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