Embrace thy inner Geek;
saturate thy Mind with interesting Stimuli;
be not bashful about thy Philosophic nature.

Talent
cannot be forged.
Curiosity
cannot be replaced.
Passion
cannot be forced.
Interests
cannot be taught.
Skills
cannot hone themselves.

Learn what you like
and learn about that.

Practice that.

Do that.

All else is Sin;
anything that halts your progress is Evil in this context.

A culture
undervaluing of Philosophers
undervalues Progress, as well.

I believe
that One who cannot handle
One's beliefs being challenged
did not arrive at them by genuine means.
Their beliefs be not authentic,
but are, rather, artifacts of people
who "know better."

Better; prithee,
better for whom?

I believe
they've been conditioned
to believe in such a way;
Pavlov's Dogs, but via spiritual food;
hence such unwillingness
to discuss the reasons:
they know them not.

They were merely imbued with such zealous belief
as if, hypothetically, by some socially sanctioned cult,
rather than encouraged to think for themselves,
arriving at authentic philosophical conclusions.

But, then again,
authentic philosophy is impossible to control from the outside, in.

Aye, *there's the rub.

It isn't so much
a matter of what One knows
as it is
a matter of what One knows to learn.

is as a joke,
told by nary
to an empty room,
and, yet:
jeers; applause?

"Oh, silly fool, you needn't know!"
"But, I don't care; I want to know!"

"...*******;
i don't need this ****"

For every Human killed by a Shark,
Two Million Sharks are killed by Humans.

I pledge allegiance to my Soul
and to the fledgling body into which I was born;
not that I shall believe everything I perceive
but that I shall believe that everything I perceive is a reflection,
both of myself and the world external
in order to form a more perfect world- and self-view
and to try to remember
to constantly renew myself and my facilities of thought
in accordance with personal experience and revelation
from now until the cessation of cognition,
and perhaps even thereafter,
without omission.

I pledge to strive to become a more harmonious person
with myself and with that which surrounds me in this Reality
from now until I forgo my body unto the dictatorship of mortality.

Look at her,
so cute
in her folly.

Has she even
learned
a ******* thing?

T'would seem not.

I wish I didn't find it
so humorous,
but then again,
I love the Irony:

I hope she enjoys
that juicy Karma
with that succulent side
of Poetic Justice.

Do I defy
the very things
that you stand for?

Do I represent
the very things
that you hate?

Well, then,
let me
tell you
that you
are the very same
to me!

Perhaps I'm a bit weird,
but I prefer to know it's poison
instead of just a good time.

I still choose to do it;
I poison myself willingly:
these martinis are sublime.

Politics are a sad spectacle.

A chief reason
Polyamory isn't for me
is that I am lucky
to have the Time
one Love deserves.

Begrudge not
they, who practice many skills;
for, if anything,
they should begrudge
they, who opt not to.

It's well worth it
to have a wide and diverse skill set
if you'd just opt to.

Saying "thank you" and showing respect
are the easiest and most fundamental forms
of positive reinforcement.

It doesn't take talent to practice.
It just takes courage and discipline
(which seem more rare than talent anymore!)

One can always read or say
how to do what things,
but the only thing
that makes One any better
is simply going out and doing them.

Practice not
until you merely get it right,
practice earnestly
until you cannot get it wrong.

Hone thy skills,
not for those around you,
but for thyself,
then shall thy skills
be truly applicable.

O, how we Sentient Beings
adore our precious delusions.

I want to write some Music
and call it Disposition,
then write for it a prelude;
call it Predisposition.

Or, perhaps to be more accurate,
I oughtta start with Predisposition
so as to intentionally and literally
predispose Disposition.

I'd go so far as to say
we've been further than this before;
we just forgot by force and otherwise:
Time is a thief and a healer.

We are merely biased
in favour of Now.

I wish to get this out in the open,
I wish to clarify something
I must confess something to those who care about my writing:

My sense of humour is... well...
If you know me in person, you know my sense of humour
or what could be errantly said
to be a sense of humour.

I draw heavily upon:
facetiousness, mythic interpretation, sarcasm, satire, excessive formality, irony, wordplay,
a somewhat predisposed tendency towards not taking most things entirely seriously
even and almost especially when I am 'supposed to',
resorting to profanity on rare occasions,
and quite simply and succinctly a ****** up world perspective
amassed over many years of living in this society
and from living with my late, similarly minded, brutally honest alcoholic Father,
in this society, nonetheless,
who in fact was at least quite ******* directly responsible for my aforementioned errant sense of humour.
If you knew him, you might say that I'm a "chip off the ol' block" in some ways,
but I know I'm quite ******* deviant from it in others.

So, to those of you who simply know of my existence via this digital outlet/public-sketchpad for my new-found passion of writing down every ******* thing I think it worthwhile to ponder again later, or perhaps even share with similarly minded, or at least accepting people; I wish to convey my deepest and most sincere pity, not in that it is anything that was your doing, just in that you can't possibly know my sense of humour and tasteless applications of irony and satire, and as such; I've probably offended some people.

However, for some anomalous reason,
some of you seem to like this stuff
So I'm going to keep it up.
If you read this: thank you,
but if you did not, then *******;
however, if you didn't initially read this but were later directed to it by me or by some other personage,
fictional or real,
or for some other reason happened across it,
I rescind the aforementioned "*******" in light of conveying my deepest and most sincere
"Thank you for putting up with my weird-*** *******."

I appreciate anyone who finds any value in my works.
I also appreciate the improbable nature of anyone liking my brain-*****.
I love creating and I love sharing my creations,
so when that all works out,
I'm ******* fit as a fiddle;
Giddy as a schoolgirl on Prozac;
Happier than a young necrophiliac who achieves his boyhood ambition of becoming coroner.

I don't know,
that is to say "I can't tell"
if I was
moderately pretentious
or
pretentiously moderate;
perhaps both
but in either case,
I am aware
and thus can I begin
to better myself.

I all too often wonder
if you've at all been working
on your plethoric problems,
or if you yet merely continue
to use and abuse those who find themselves around you
in order to distract yourself from yourself;
to beguile even your very own self
via id, ego, and superego illusions
in lieu of making real personal progress.

Fear not Pride.
For, I find,
Pride is necessary
to bring about certain opportunities
by which One may perhaps
learn.

I'd wager
t'is Hubris
what beareth truly immediate Danger.

Pride
can somewhat force One into various scenarios
wherein One is somewhat forced to come to terms with certain things within one's own Mind, or perhaps socially or philosophically, or some other combinations of the aforementioned and/or hitherto-unmentioned things.

Hubris, by possible continuation,
tends to sway One to overlook certain aforementioned etc. things,
and thus tends to preclude much further character development in sometimes only a few, but much more often many aspects
of one's One Life.

Tragedy indeed!

Tread lightly-
seek always Balance-
whatsoever that may mean to you-specifically-and-only-you
rather than necessarily bowing to preordained notions of Good or Bad,
for such polarity (besides being a false dichotomy)
is, shall we say:
*unhealthy.

Keeping up
is far easier than
catching up.

Being bad at something
is the first step towards
being good at something.