Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Been another long block of time that I've not touched this
Well, not much about my life to report on... don't really like keeping an internet diary ( not that I keep a real one anyway ) So I'll just do as I normally do and type in a few random thoughts. Hopefully they give me new perspectives in the future or just a little reminder what the me in the past thought like.
Speaking of diaries, I think that diaries are fairly important. I mean, they are records, physical records of a person's life. In that sense, I also think that by recording your life into words, don't you think you are cheapening your life? Can anyone accurately represent his/her day and time within words itself? Is it even possible to explain a day? I think it is rather demeaning and arrogant to try to fit experience and time into words. But then again, it might also be too demeaning on our part to think that our time is worth putting into words. Certainly a paradox.
On other thoughts, I think love is an anti-thesis for loneliness. Not company. Because thereupon, we harp on the niche thought that despite being in a sea of people, one can still feel lonely. And thus, company can therefore not be the anti-thesis for loneliness can it? But then again, it is up to us to define what company entails. For some, company means being with a friend. And by definition of a friend, that will eliminate the possibility of still feeling lonely, for then it is not a friend you are being accompanied, and thus you are not being in company of another person. Furthermore, if love is the anti-thesis of loneliness, then in this manner, loneliness is akin to hate, because love is the anti-thesis of hate. And one cannot be an anti thesis of 2 objects if an anti-thesis is an exact and direct opposite. However, loneliness need not equate to hate, in fact both are worlds apart though similarly in tandem. Loneliness can be the result of hate but usually hate does not mean imparting loneliness. But then again, love is the ultimate for being in a state of un-loneliness (only because i couldnt find an apt word), for it is when in love, you feel unlimitedly tied to another.
Now that apart, I will like to quote Giacomo Casanova, as in the real guy, since I've just watched the film - Casanova.
"I begin by declaring to my reader that, by everything good or bad that I have done throughout my life, I am sure that I have earned merit or incurred guilt, and that hence I must consider myself a free agent…Despite an excellent moral foundation, the inevitable fruit of the divine principles which were rooted in my heart, I was all my life the victim of my senses; I have delighted in going astray and I have constantly lived in error … my follies are the follies of youth. You will see that I laugh at them, and if you are kind you will laugh at them with me. You will laugh when you discover that I often had no scruples about deceiving nitwits and scoundrels and fools when I found it necessary. As for women, this sort of reciprocal deceit cancels itself out, for when love enters in, both parties are usually dupes."
Surely, only a man who has understood true love or in a sense, has had a good understanding of the conception of love itself can admit that he himself, is a dupe in love. For that, he has earned my respect.
Well, not much about my life to report on... don't really like keeping an internet diary ( not that I keep a real one anyway ) So I'll just do as I normally do and type in a few random thoughts. Hopefully they give me new perspectives in the future or just a little reminder what the me in the past thought like.
Speaking of diaries, I think that diaries are fairly important. I mean, they are records, physical records of a person's life. In that sense, I also think that by recording your life into words, don't you think you are cheapening your life? Can anyone accurately represent his/her day and time within words itself? Is it even possible to explain a day? I think it is rather demeaning and arrogant to try to fit experience and time into words. But then again, it might also be too demeaning on our part to think that our time is worth putting into words. Certainly a paradox.
On other thoughts, I think love is an anti-thesis for loneliness. Not company. Because thereupon, we harp on the niche thought that despite being in a sea of people, one can still feel lonely. And thus, company can therefore not be the anti-thesis for loneliness can it? But then again, it is up to us to define what company entails. For some, company means being with a friend. And by definition of a friend, that will eliminate the possibility of still feeling lonely, for then it is not a friend you are being accompanied, and thus you are not being in company of another person. Furthermore, if love is the anti-thesis of loneliness, then in this manner, loneliness is akin to hate, because love is the anti-thesis of hate. And one cannot be an anti thesis of 2 objects if an anti-thesis is an exact and direct opposite. However, loneliness need not equate to hate, in fact both are worlds apart though similarly in tandem. Loneliness can be the result of hate but usually hate does not mean imparting loneliness. But then again, love is the ultimate for being in a state of un-loneliness (only because i couldnt find an apt word), for it is when in love, you feel unlimitedly tied to another.
Now that apart, I will like to quote Giacomo Casanova, as in the real guy, since I've just watched the film - Casanova.
"I begin by declaring to my reader that, by everything good or bad that I have done throughout my life, I am sure that I have earned merit or incurred guilt, and that hence I must consider myself a free agent…Despite an excellent moral foundation, the inevitable fruit of the divine principles which were rooted in my heart, I was all my life the victim of my senses; I have delighted in going astray and I have constantly lived in error … my follies are the follies of youth. You will see that I laugh at them, and if you are kind you will laugh at them with me. You will laugh when you discover that I often had no scruples about deceiving nitwits and scoundrels and fools when I found it necessary. As for women, this sort of reciprocal deceit cancels itself out, for when love enters in, both parties are usually dupes."
Surely, only a man who has understood true love or in a sense, has had a good understanding of the conception of love itself can admit that he himself, is a dupe in love. For that, he has earned my respect.
what we could have been, 10:07 PM.
