Stafford said a writer should always write, and I try, oh I try. As prolific as my pontifications have been over the years have been however, its those times I don't, or can't write I seem to find myself wondering about. Stafford wrote every morning, for example. Usually, when I awaken in the morning, I have grown used to waking feeling ill. Every muscle in my body is stiff, my head pounds, my teeth hurt, I struggle to maintain smooth control over my muscles movements, instead shambling and stumbling through the house as if half-alive to see to my preparations.
I have so many ideas about what is right and good, so many ideas of injustice and cruelty; or of oppression and corruption, of freedom and liberty. But holding these dreams tight inside my chest is the knowledge that life is full of hard decisions, life is full of doubt and regrets. I recriminate this culture, I recriminate this world; I recriminate the masses and I recriminate those who rule with iron fists of power, loaded with money and bullets. But I don't know if I have an answer; I could follow in the foot steps of so many philosophers before me and try to devise some theory of society, some theory of justice to try to solve the woes of world; like Mill, Engels, Russel, Hegel or Marx, or so many others. But the truth is, I don't think there is some magic answer that has simply not yet been discovered, so I can not dig it out for you; I can not even dig it out for myself and say objectively, "This is truth! This is all that should be!."
All I can do is try to find what seems like truth to me, and I won't pretend that because it feels true to me that makes it the absolute truth. If you want my opinion, there is no such thing; I am fond of Sarte, Hume, Beauvoir and Camus.
As confined as I find myself within this consciousness, in which I can verify nothing external, I choose to believe, based on how other beings in this world seem that I am not alone. The best I can do is reach out to others in the world, my loved ones, my friends, my children, my lovers, even strangers, associates, and persons with whom I only contact for "professional" reasons, is to try to share as best I can the knowledge and value of our common humanity.
We are all born, we all love, we feel, we all hunger, we all hope, and one day, we all die. Why don't we try to remember along the way that all 9 billion of us are facing those same trials, those same hopes and heart breaks?
I have so many ideas about what is right and good, so many ideas of injustice and cruelty; or of oppression and corruption, of freedom and liberty. But holding these dreams tight inside my chest is the knowledge that life is full of hard decisions, life is full of doubt and regrets. I recriminate this culture, I recriminate this world; I recriminate the masses and I recriminate those who rule with iron fists of power, loaded with money and bullets. But I don't know if I have an answer; I could follow in the foot steps of so many philosophers before me and try to devise some theory of society, some theory of justice to try to solve the woes of world; like Mill, Engels, Russel, Hegel or Marx, or so many others. But the truth is, I don't think there is some magic answer that has simply not yet been discovered, so I can not dig it out for you; I can not even dig it out for myself and say objectively, "This is truth! This is all that should be!."
All I can do is try to find what seems like truth to me, and I won't pretend that because it feels true to me that makes it the absolute truth. If you want my opinion, there is no such thing; I am fond of Sarte, Hume, Beauvoir and Camus.
As confined as I find myself within this consciousness, in which I can verify nothing external, I choose to believe, based on how other beings in this world seem that I am not alone. The best I can do is reach out to others in the world, my loved ones, my friends, my children, my lovers, even strangers, associates, and persons with whom I only contact for "professional" reasons, is to try to share as best I can the knowledge and value of our common humanity.
We are all born, we all love, we feel, we all hunger, we all hope, and one day, we all die. Why don't we try to remember along the way that all 9 billion of us are facing those same trials, those same hopes and heart breaks?
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