We all want something pure. Something indivisible. It's Plato's perfect circle; everyone can conceptualize it, but the real world will never, ever contain one. We keep looking though, for something of pure good to exalt (or something of pure evil to destroy). Even if newly fallen snow is the closest thing to God this world will ever see. Sooner or ( Read more... )

Newly fallen snow is probably the closest thing to God this world will ever see.

So basically, if every action we make is the result of stimulus and therefore determinable, we effectively have no free will. You might say that we make choices, and what we choose in these instances is an exercise of free will; but our judgment is influenced by circumstance. No matter what you do, you have reasons to do so, and those reasons can ( Read more... )

One application left. One blasted application left and then all the stress and toil is in the past. Of course, it so happens to be Chicago, which fittingly enough is comparative to a Final Boss. Looks like I'm going to spend my birthday doing applications after all. Were I someone else I would be bummed ( Read more... )

I want to know how many gallons of hot chocolate I ingest over the colder half of the year alone. On average I'm in excess of one mug per day; how much does that add up to?

New schedule's out. A: Pulitzer with Taffy, B: Vietnam Lit with Michele, C: Calculus with Neilan, D: The Great War with Brock, E: Free, F: Physics with Ted. I'm going to miss ( Read more... )

You know, it's funny. I have the ability to find the truth. I have the power and potential to use reason and determine what I and humankind need. But whenever I get close to seeing what it is, it's like I clap my hand over my eyes and shout something else. Instead I bind myself to whatever lesser philosophy pleases me, and cling to single strands ( Read more... )

Let's compile the list, shall we: thus far we've established cynic, beatnik, pessimist, atheist, borderline-nihilist. Damn. When they predicted this generation was going to be of a less hopeful outlook they weren't kidding ( Read more... )

Get out get out get out get out.

Fare thee well, oh antitheses of mine.

Decepticons forever?

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So I finished A Clockwork Orange. So dark. At least as dark as 1984, and 1984 was very dark indeed. Or perhaps it was just the particular chords it was striking that got me. In any event, real horrorshow raskazz, even if it did go by skorry ( Read more... )