Dearly Beloved,
We are gathered here today to lay to rest the regularity of this blog. Regularity was in bad health for much of his life, but the past six months burdened him ever further with harsh spells of writer's block and a severe shortage of time all due to heavy studying and binge coping-with-adminstrative-problems. The final blow came however when I moved to Dublin and started college, a development which led to Regularity's untimely demise.
Not many will mourn the lost of Regularity's humble life, but those few who will may be comforted by his final words; "Tell that bastard to get back to work." In this context "that bastard" is of course me, but I believe we may all generalize Regularity's ultimate utterance as a wise instruction to lay our hands to work whenever life seems too irregular, and find peace and tranquility in our toiling just as Regularity did throughout his exemplary life. When life seems tough, remember to be "that bastard."
On a less dramatized note: posting on this blog regularly has proven to be impractical, impossible, imperceptibly implementable and all together much more "imp" than it's worth. I will however be posting haphazardly, having a few half-essays jotted down on paper and recycling pieces of my incoming philosophy assignments which I'm sure I will have to trim several times due to their pocket-sized word limits. (Only 1500 words - that's hardly rational.) I will of course have to spruce up the assignment-trimmings a tad. I'm quite sure a mock funeral or random animal sounds (which were not so random by the way take a closer look; http://logical-not-unemotional.blogspot.ie/ ) might not sit well with my lecturers.
Back to the dramatization;
And so we lay Regularity to rest, may he find peace everlasting amongst his discarded brethren of abandoned endeavors.
May your respective deities smile kindly down upon us (or mockingly down at us) as indiscriminately and arbitrarily as we choose to adopt their doctrines,
Amen.
Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label discipline. Show all posts
Monday, October 1, 2012
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Beneath the sea; seashells. Above the land; the shell of a world.
So many listen to their sense; yet so many are senseless.
The world's become a place where almost everyone relies on nothing but their senses. People's minds have become so fixated upon the physical world that they have contracted its disease; limits. Virtually nobody can think in any form of depth anymore.
Barely anyone thinks of consequences, and self-discipline (NOT self-limitation, real self discipline as in having proper control of oneself) is a long-dead concept. Even those who are meant to teach "discipline" have no idea what they're talking about. Their minds too(for the most part) have been trapped in little boxes. They mistake discipline for "following rules". How many times have I wanted to just blurt out at them "It was NOT a lack of self-discipline, I full-heartedly and willingly broke the rules and did so while in complete control of myself." But they wouldn't understand. Even if they could, their insistence on themselves getting their way- of them not being corrected whilst correcting-wouldn't allow them to understand.
And even when we look upon the world we don't look in depth. How many people do you see everyday? How many do you speak to? Have you ever realised that all those people have a past like you do; that they too have their lives and interests which might potentially be yours too? And the people who anger you - they have places in other people's lives too, places which might be much more important to the ones they have in yours.
No we don't think. We are like grains of sand, all of them similair unless you look at them in great detail- and all of them shift with the wind and rest in the calm unless they're big enough to hold their ground.
But thankfully, some people (although rare) can truly sense the world, in all its depth.
The world's become a place where almost everyone relies on nothing but their senses. People's minds have become so fixated upon the physical world that they have contracted its disease; limits. Virtually nobody can think in any form of depth anymore.
Barely anyone thinks of consequences, and self-discipline (NOT self-limitation, real self discipline as in having proper control of oneself) is a long-dead concept. Even those who are meant to teach "discipline" have no idea what they're talking about. Their minds too(for the most part) have been trapped in little boxes. They mistake discipline for "following rules". How many times have I wanted to just blurt out at them "It was NOT a lack of self-discipline, I full-heartedly and willingly broke the rules and did so while in complete control of myself." But they wouldn't understand. Even if they could, their insistence on themselves getting their way- of them not being corrected whilst correcting-wouldn't allow them to understand.
And even when we look upon the world we don't look in depth. How many people do you see everyday? How many do you speak to? Have you ever realised that all those people have a past like you do; that they too have their lives and interests which might potentially be yours too? And the people who anger you - they have places in other people's lives too, places which might be much more important to the ones they have in yours.
No we don't think. We are like grains of sand, all of them similair unless you look at them in great detail- and all of them shift with the wind and rest in the calm unless they're big enough to hold their ground.
But thankfully, some people (although rare) can truly sense the world, in all its depth.
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