To the chaos of half understood, half rescued knowledge- Order must be brought... W-A-R, spells: war and mutiny on ignorance.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Gee- aRe- you there gods its mE, ashley?
" May the judge disappear and the philosopher continue the peaceful exploration of the sea! If his destiny be strange, it is also sublime. Have I not understood it myself?"- Jean Fremon
A telling quote that I hope will agitate the dead winds of inertia to move my soul towards inspiration and action in this self-proclaimed project. I have made little progress in stepping outside my normal '"Agonis" methods of scholarship, whereby knowledge acquisition is propelled by ego and achieved by means of contest for spectacle. My noble intention in pursuit of knowledge for the sake of knowledge was quickly vanquished by a depreciating self-esteem. So far, the only sea I am peacefully exploring is the choppy waters of the GRE prep book! My minimal success to score perfectly has shifted my efforts for self- enlightenment into a wantonly extravagant state of self-pity. The judge is still casting aspersions my way and the philosopher is continually disrupted by listlessness at sea. Oh, how I wait for the sublime and the torture of self-introspection to end!
A telling quote that I hope will agitate the dead winds of inertia to move my soul towards inspiration and action in this self-proclaimed project. I have made little progress in stepping outside my normal '"Agonis" methods of scholarship, whereby knowledge acquisition is propelled by ego and achieved by means of contest for spectacle. My noble intention in pursuit of knowledge for the sake of knowledge was quickly vanquished by a depreciating self-esteem. So far, the only sea I am peacefully exploring is the choppy waters of the GRE prep book! My minimal success to score perfectly has shifted my efforts for self- enlightenment into a wantonly extravagant state of self-pity. The judge is still casting aspersions my way and the philosopher is continually disrupted by listlessness at sea. Oh, how I wait for the sublime and the torture of self-introspection to end!
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