Searching?!

   I am inspired suddenly on the idea of writing about Enclosure.

The perpetually humming machine generating wind which seems to sound like a water fall maybe.

Shades are all drawn.

    All of this seems embarrassing in a way?  I am not certain.  One could live in a tin can for all

I know and still love his or her surroundings.

Speaking with more awkward moments which have been plentiful in the past.  Awkward I suppose in

that I think I hear something that hadn't sounded awkward but came out this way.


Enclosure is as in saying 'room' or I live by far mostly in one room only, only alternately dwelling at

times elsewhere enough to eat something which hadn't in turn led me back to Enclosure.

This place where one's life is spent vastly which seems almost limitless at times and which has

brought boredom but also less changing.  The world vanishes outside it, and as in a dream, one

might have had the momentary thought that one would open the door of Enclosure to step onto

another planet, or into the reaches of deep space.

   All for simplicity.  

I sort of wonder what it would be like if I were a pansy:

likely I imagine myself running at the drop of the hat to the emergency room for every little fall, scrap, or bump...

likely I imagine myself looking for to anyone for solace here as opposed to silently remaining in place...and needing to be surrounded by people to produce this sense of internal safety.  

likely I imagine myself vacillating in the wind, a right wing nazi one day, ardent left wing militant the next....or maybe another given to the same daily text and talk to be typified in one life...

the pansies that are raised are raised in households that say, 'Don't ever do this...don't ever do that...don't ever say this....don't ever say that...but cater....'

A pansy holds and waives his baton and beats non violents in mass, and cries so deeply when outside of the company of his companions.

Now a REAL BEING STERNLY faces up to the suffering that HE doles out.  :D

I'd dare say on this conditions 99% of the human race are pansies.

This blog is in response to another 'one of those' articles found in the 'modern philosophy' section of google news.  :D

There is nothing meaningful to be had of a relationship given online.
You are likely censored, you are likely moderated, or filtered before your message is ever received.
The internet is like a glass wall that one can peer as though one were a digital ghost.

I thought I'd give some work a rest for awhile, and sit back relaxing in a way.

Between the tireless days it might seem of staring into a screen, imagining how to solve one math problem after another.  

My mind should have seemed more sober there returning to some testable logic that eventually would find resolution beyond the irrationality of other spaces.

The rabbit hole

Stranger times past it might seem and all the more bewildering.

No one should fear too much of anything relative something else that provides some correspondence allowing another to socially relate to oneself.  Freedom is not about social conformity in finding friendship.  That is, in order to relate to my peers I need embrace this or that.