creativity

There is nothing more extraordinary than to bear witness to the miracle of human creativity. It materializes even in the most overlooked of sources, from a casual adaptation to an unforeseen circumstance, to beautiful works of art, the drive to collect existing material in the world and rearrange it into something useful or beautiful is a spectacular ability that colors life in unimaginably lovely ways.

the pacific ocean cannot be swallowed in a gulp

Experience is flux. The manner in which our minds consider their surroundings does much to detract from the idea implicated by this deceptively simple statement. Information is observed and considered in tiny increments and analyzed one bit a time. In all its extraordinary complexity, this the best that the human brain can do with its surroundings. To claim any sort of total understanding of reality is inconceivably more difficult than downing the pacific bit by bit with a cup. To make any sort of claim or statement about the totality of reality and experience is the sheerest of pernicious nonsense.

stumbling blocks

The point of this is to record thoughts in a relatively uninhibited manner for the sake of possibly exchanging them with others who may also be interested in doing so. I write "relatively" because it would be dishonest to try and pass off even this very first post as pure "stream of consciousness" literary composition, because inevitably some amount of editing is going to occur. Not only am I a horrible typist, I am an ill practiced writer. In the past 10 minutes I have already corrected a number of hideous typos and poorly worded phrases. I intend to cull much of this from my written journal, but this is meant more as personal motivation to actually practice writing skills that have not been exercised since the two years that I half attempted to fuck around in college. Why can I not spell the word "exercise"?

Anyway, for some reason I have a desire to translate the spontaneous flow of firing neuron interaction in my head into written language and place them into a public forum. Evidently this is the sort of thing that young folks are supposed to do here in the claustrophobic cluster fuck that is the information age.


Good Day.