Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The mind is a terrible thing to waste...

The greatest frustration of my live is our societies’ the mistaken believe that intellectual thought is an activity reserved for the classroom and as a means to establish our intellectual superiority over others, as religious piety is reserved for church, and the assertion of moral superiority over the “unbelievers”. There is - I am afraid - a growing consensus among the young that intelligence is a thing to be cultivated only by those who lack all other desirable qualities (money, physical beauty, or God given social graces). What consequences this belief might have for our country in latter years I shutter to think. Do to my relative isolation I have grown up free from the gross assertion of my peers. In truth I am starved of genuine intellectual discourse. I have a hunger for knowledge uncommon for my age, and as of yet unrivaled by any but my professors, whose age gives them the advantage over me. In the absence of simulation my mind, like the body, ejaculates on to the page without fruition, as the spasm of lust remains unfulfilled in the absence of passion. Intellectual thought is the seed, which impregnates the mind, without which nothing creatively is born. The mind can as easily starve as the body, and the mind as they say; “is a terrible thing to waste.”

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Conversations with the Universe

I really wish we could have conversation. I really wish we could have relationship. I wish you could recognize me as a human being, as an individual independent of the views and assertions of my peers. I wish this could be about me, and my beliefs, views, fears, hopes, and dreams. I wish you could see me for smart, funny, remarkable girl that I am. I wish you could appreciate the fact that I don’t judge people base on the color of their skin, their religion, their political views, or their sexual orientation. I wish you could understand how I can be open to new ideas without being threatened by. I wish you could comprehend how I can embrace diversity and yet my values remain. I wish you could see the world the way I see it. I wish you could be proud of me. But I know that will never happen, because you don’t acknowledge me at all. I am an actor, a puppet, a figment of your imagination. I have a role to perform, there is plot to follow, a satisfactory conclusion to arrive at. But life doesn’t work that way. We each write our own lines, and we each have our own stories, and that is a beautiful. I’m trying to make you do any thing. You are being quite out of my control. I have ceased to expect something of people, and I have begun to accept them for what they are: flawed, imperfect creations struggling to find meaning.

The master sees things as they are
Without trying to control them.
She lets them go their own way
And resides at the center of the circle

The master does his job
And then stops
He understands that the universe
Is for ever out of control,
And that trying to dominate events,
Goes against the Tao.
Because he believes in himself,
He doesn’t try to convince others.
Because he is content with himself,
He doesn’t need others approval,
Because he accepts himself,
The whole world accepts him.
-Tao Te Ching

I’m just trying to have a conversation.