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ok, so I thought that I'd do some rambling, seeing as how I've nothing better to do.
I just read Candide, by Voltaire, which is something that I've been wanting to read for a while now. Compared to most classics, I found it to be extremely witty and amusing. It made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. No matter how much horrible stuff happened to him and his companions, he still kept a foolishly optimistic and naive outlook on the world. I really enjoyed it, though.
oh, and I still haven't done my review of the previous year, so here it goes. This is just going to be a very watered down review.
ok. at the beginning of 2005, life was pretty normal. I was neither happy nor sad. I was just living each day for no reason in particular. Then pretty soon afterwards I got depressed. I'm not sure why exactly, but I'm a teenager, so that probably explains it. Then I went to TIP and got undepressed. It was like the unperscription anti-depressant, and unlike most anti-depressants, it actually worked. Summer went by happily for the most part, and before I knew it it was time to go back to school. I did so with much reluctance. But I managed to find a reason towards the end of he year to continue getting up each morning and going to that hell pit (aka school). It's strange where you can find joy and meaning when you open your eye's to let the sunlight in.
ok. now that that's finally out of the way, I can move on to something much more interesting. unfoortunatly I can't think of anything, so give me a couple minutes here. mkay?
*thinks*
*thinks hard*
*thinks really hard*
ok, so tonight I was talking about the idea that everything is an illusion. But if everything is an illusion, does it really make any difference in our lives? We still have to live them, real or not. And perhaps real is not defined by what actually exists, but rather by our perception of what exists. So that would mean that everything around us is real, but it doesn't necessarily mean that it actually exists. So if we all have different perceptions of things, then we all have different realities. So if we all have different realities, then can we really exist together in the same world? That would mean that there is no one true universal reality, so would there be a reality at all, or would it just be our illusions of what we percieve as being reality. There's probably a paradox in there somewhere, which gets us absolutly nowhere. I think it all goes back to if there is an answer, we can never find it. It could be lurking right in the back of our brain and we'd never know it. Perhaps this is because there is no answer, perhaps it is because it is something so inconcievable to our puny human understanding, or perhaps it is for some other unkown reason that is itself a part of the answer.
and that's about all I'm doing tonight.
*squeals of joy from the public*
yes, yes, I realise the torture that I've just put you through, but think of it as building endurance and strenghthening character. If you can survive this, then you can survive almost anything.