Guest darkskyabove Posted March 15, 2013 Posted March 15, 2013 I am a human. This means: I am NOT, solely, subjectto animal desire. I still need to perform animalistic functions, butI possess a 'higher' capacity: the capacity to think. Though I, animperfect being, strive to exist in an imperfect world, 'thought' isthe fuel by which I exist. Thinking is a dangerous proposition.It is much easier to let someone else do the thinking; and to find away to reap the benefit. Thinking requires the most dangerous of allendeavors: thinking about oneself. Thinking demands the confrontationwith reality. Is it real? Or, is it something which I feel, orimagine,.or, believe,or, was taught, or, accept. I strive to apply the following maxim:I think, therefore, what I think is real. (What I feel, or imagine,or believe, or was taught, is not always real.) If, what I thinkaccommodates with reality, I can assume that my thinking is right. Ifnot, my thinking is wrong. I, also, consider this a humandisposition: if, what I thought, turns out to be wrong, I have theability to shift my reality to accommodate the new circumstances. Flexibility is a fully human trait.Rigidity, and, conformance, are animalistic. The lion doesn't care ifit's actions are 'right', or 'wrong'; it just NEEDS to eat. Humans, on the other hand, have theability to make rational (dare I say, moral) choices. If I succumb tomy hunger, why not just kill and eat you? I will end this, potentially, infinitediscourse, with the words to the most philosophical song I know. Iinclude the lyrics, because some will not appreciate the style ofmusic. "Sitting here bathed in themoonshade Underneath a willow tree To stare above, the sky is burning The diamonds dance in nocturnalsymphony What does it mean? How do I fit in to the scheme? And why is there dark sky above, What does it veil? Is there a purpose to the point, Beyond the norm we hail? Reflecting on my future to come Underneath the crescent moon Long since dark, and my thoughts areflowing And deeper still, beyond the cloak ofunknown Relentless drone Why was I put here, left alone? And why do I hunger to know; what willI gain? Is there true wisdom without end Or, will I find just pain? How many times do we take for granted The simple things, that make lifesweet? Enraptured by material longings We miss the point: we need to know tosee Beyond our being And in the void lies the meaning Just as the dark sky above had spoke tome The answers came so clear, thenvanished For a moment I was free... I am free." - Sanctuary, "Long Since Dark",1989
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