tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646029.post111518698707570544..comments2023-09-19T06:48:33.325-07:00Comments on For God and For Cheese: to drink or not to drink: also some thoughts on "diversity"dirteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10689220092307893459noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646029.post-1115266376597566902005-05-04T21:12:00.000-07:002005-05-04T21:12:00.000-07:00Memory Sequel: On Cities and RationalityWe walk a ...Memory Sequel: On Cities and Rationality<BR/>We walk a straight line that corresponds with a linear form of rationalization upon which the choice of our next step projects the restraint of our past. Only when we give wings to our imagination can we truly break free from haunting historical expectations of a one- way street. Disguised in the form of multiple vendors, our reason coupled with a questionable virtue we call self-preservation finds attraction on these bustling streets filled with pushers ultimately selling the common product of objective affirmation. A dead-end to subjective diligence perhaps? In part, we are but our past and the influence of others. Alas, the rest of our existence depends not only on circumstantial differences but follows a heartbeat that plays coherent tunes to which transcending spirits of sublimation and anguish make sweet love around the distinguishable element upon which the warmth of tomorrow shines—possibilities. The heart has its way of rejuvenating the narrow street we tread upon so heavily with steps of the world by the hands of constructed entropy adding vibrant value to grim repetitions. But if the walls of linear habit and ropes of fear tame the explosive dimension of human courage, can we ever cleanse our static presence with art that defines the realm of ahistorcial existence stripped away from power dynamics of an imbalanced system of self-preservation? Without the vision and intent we cannot crumble the walls of our dead ends and walk the streets of affirmation transformed with welcoming pleasantries of creativity inspired by the leap of faith concerning the desire to plunge into the unknown realm of illogically reinforcing possibilities. A city connected by such paths feeds its wondering inhabitants with the courage to face one another beyond the predictable direction leading to past mishaps. How do we intend to live in such high times if our habits blind our recognition of self-oppressive conditions that further burden the collective weight of hidden apathy? Clearly, life is more than simply intentions. For what it is the use of intentions if the way we intend to live in our everydayness to begin with provides minimal goodwill beyond anchoring stances of self-preservation? Is it then better to strive with self-criticism and break from the habits of linearity through the acknowledgment that acts of self-other deprivation should not concur with consistency in the presentation of one’s walks? Intending itself is an inherent malaise that should not be distinguished from the habits of our imagination and explosions of the heart. Sometimes, we just need to dive into the unknown without the baggage of calculated logic based on selfhood. To give up one’s sense of self-victimhood from linearity and breaking the walls for others to roam is liberation manifest at the gates of the generosity and non-linear self love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646029.post-1115249320294775572005-05-04T16:28:00.000-07:002005-05-04T16:28:00.000-07:00As an insular lunatic, and a Broadview resident, I...As an insular lunatic, and a Broadview resident, I take offense at your suggestion that the label is misplaced. Good night, and how dare you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11646029.post-1115238838164789732005-05-04T13:33:00.000-07:002005-05-04T13:33:00.000-07:00come to think of it, i can't stand behind the desc...come to think of it, i can't stand behind the description of broadview in that article either. it's not that the description is inaccurate. it could just be more accurate. "insular lunatic themed" seems to better befit maclean house.dirteenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10689220092307893459noreply@blogger.com