Void
I look at myself and I see a void, whether it was inside or outside, it wasn’t very clear.There were'nt any boundaries. Actually, it wasn’t even clear if there existed ‘something-called-a-void’. But whatever it was, it must have been that…the darn v*** thing. Atleast, I could begin by defining a ‘void’ as whatever that was. This definition was circular, and sure, I made no progress. I turned myself inside out, and yet again, saw nothing different. I crave to use this apparently empty ‘space’ and do things with it, you know, like things people are tempted do with anything blank -build, distort, explain, taint,create, observe, name, use etc in an attempt to leave their mark on it …anything but let it remain.
I had to sketch out a plan, atleast to convince myself that I am in the process of doing something; somehow, it was very important to do this. I found it supremely hilarious. I knew I was doing it all just to deceive myself. But I seem to be born with some skills, however vain, however mediocre and however insignificant, they were there and I had to do something with them. I could choose to finish off this ridiculous game, simply because I find it too ridiculous, but for unfound reasons, I refrain from doing so. I might as well stay around and have some fun.
So I begin. I begin with wild imagination, and I believe it is free. I believe I am free. I believe I can insult razors (for, the well-shaven Mr. Occam made no sense to me). This said, where do I look for foundations on which to build? I don’t see any level ground, why, I don’t see any ground! This perplexed me to no end. I could easily spend (many) a lifetime in this desperate search for a starting point(Mr.O's ghost laughed its head off at me). Then I may, if I don’t feel ashamed about my void, even as I watch others escaping gravity atop their skyscrapers, dissolve into the same void that I started with. But ashamed I was( at this point Mr. O's ghost glanced condescendingly).
I lay foundation on void, it was randomly generated by my mind and I patched it up here and there with borrowed cement.Well, it didn't matter what the foundation was made of, as long as what it stands on remains strong. On this foundation,I build. Some bricks interlock like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle and form a coherent structure…and I rejoice (for the feeling is very similar to that of genuine accomplishment). This feeling brings with it encouragement, and hence ambition. But the sight of the loose ends and gaping holes brought fear (for, maybe its been wrong from the very start) and piercing pain (for it might all crumble back into the void).
But I soon stop breaking my neck watching skyscrapers. I could plunge back into that god-foresaken void.But strangely, that very thing that brought despair, seemed now, to bring bliss. It even seemed like the only level ground I could stand on. I come out of old habits and blow away the inclination to do something with all things blank. I could sit around in this void and watch passively. I giggle again at the supreme hilariousness of it all! ( Mr.O cries bitterly and later decides to ignore me, as I am after all, a worthless void and then hurriedly gets back to shaving)
I had to sketch out a plan, atleast to convince myself that I am in the process of doing something; somehow, it was very important to do this. I found it supremely hilarious. I knew I was doing it all just to deceive myself. But I seem to be born with some skills, however vain, however mediocre and however insignificant, they were there and I had to do something with them. I could choose to finish off this ridiculous game, simply because I find it too ridiculous, but for unfound reasons, I refrain from doing so. I might as well stay around and have some fun.
So I begin. I begin with wild imagination, and I believe it is free. I believe I am free. I believe I can insult razors (for, the well-shaven Mr. Occam made no sense to me). This said, where do I look for foundations on which to build? I don’t see any level ground, why, I don’t see any ground! This perplexed me to no end. I could easily spend (many) a lifetime in this desperate search for a starting point(Mr.O's ghost laughed its head off at me). Then I may, if I don’t feel ashamed about my void, even as I watch others escaping gravity atop their skyscrapers, dissolve into the same void that I started with. But ashamed I was( at this point Mr. O's ghost glanced condescendingly).
I lay foundation on void, it was randomly generated by my mind and I patched it up here and there with borrowed cement.Well, it didn't matter what the foundation was made of, as long as what it stands on remains strong. On this foundation,I build. Some bricks interlock like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle and form a coherent structure…and I rejoice (for the feeling is very similar to that of genuine accomplishment). This feeling brings with it encouragement, and hence ambition. But the sight of the loose ends and gaping holes brought fear (for, maybe its been wrong from the very start) and piercing pain (for it might all crumble back into the void).
But I soon stop breaking my neck watching skyscrapers. I could plunge back into that god-foresaken void.But strangely, that very thing that brought despair, seemed now, to bring bliss. It even seemed like the only level ground I could stand on. I come out of old habits and blow away the inclination to do something with all things blank. I could sit around in this void and watch passively. I giggle again at the supreme hilariousness of it all! ( Mr.O cries bitterly and later decides to ignore me, as I am after all, a worthless void and then hurriedly gets back to shaving)
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I look at myself and I see a void, whether it was inside or outside, it wasn’t very clear.
>>This happens to me when I lose loved once
There were'nt any boundaries.
>> This also happen when I love somebody
Actually, it wasn’t even clear if there existed ‘something-called-a-void’.
>> I don't think so!
But whatever it was, it must have been that…the darn v*** thing. Atleast, I could begin by defining a ‘void’ as whatever that was.
>> How come!
This definition was circular, and sure, I made no progress.
>> yah that happen when think of such things!
I turned myself inside out, and yet again, saw nothing different. I crave to use this apparently empty ‘space’ and do things with it, you know, like things people are tempted do with anything blank -build, distort, explain, taint,create, observe, name, use etc in an attempt to leave their mark on it …anything but let it remain.
>> creativity all about creating new space
I had to sketch out a plan, atleast to convince myself that I am in the process of doing something; somehow, it was very important to do this.
>> I suppose it is IMP
I found it supremely hilarious. I knew I was doing it all just to deceive myself. But I seem to be born with some skills, however vain, however mediocre and however insignificant, they were there and I had to do something with them.
>> Just start my dear for new worlds
I could choose to finish off this ridiculous game, simply because I find it too ridiculous, but for unfound reasons, I refrain from doing so. I might as well stay around and have some fun.
>> The life is not ridiculous game, it is great journey we cry know the value of smile
So I begin. I begin with wild imagination, and I believe it is free.
>> I do the same
I believe I am free. I believe I can insult razors (for, the well-shaven Mr. Occam made no sense to me).
>> I read bit about him, any theory is a way of dealing a problem, look things in a possible way
This said, where do I look for foundations on which to build? I don’t see any level ground, why, I don’t see any ground! This perplexed me to no end.
>> ground also you have to built!
I could easily spend (many) a lifetime in this desperate search for a starting point(Mr.O's ghost laughed its head off at me).
>> Why you think so, when you become too philosophical you talk like this!
Then I may, if I don’t feel ashamed about my void, even as I watch others escaping gravity atop their skyscrapers, dissolve into the same void that I started with. But ashamed I was( at this point Mr. O's ghost glanced condescendingly).
>> AHA
I lay foundation on void, it was randomly generated by my mind and I patched it up here and there with borrowed cement.
>> Aha good sign..
Well, it didn't matter what the foundation was made of, as long as what it stands on remains strong.
>> What the science all about specially quantum mechanics!
On this foundation,I build. Some bricks interlock like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle and form a coherent structure…and I rejoice (for the feeling is very similar to that of genuine accomplishment). This feeling brings with it encouragement, and hence ambition.
>> I understand the feeling my dear
But the sight of the loose ends and gaping holes brought fear (for, maybe its been wrong from the very start) and piercing pain (for it might all crumble back into the void).
But I soon stop breaking my neck watching skyscrapers.
>> That is the way to start new path
I could plunge back into that god-foresaken void.But strangely, that very thing that brought despair, seemed now, to bring bliss. It even seemed like the only level ground I could stand on. I come out of old habits and blow away the inclination to do something with all things blank. I could sit around in this void and watch passively.
>> I like this feeling come on give me your hand....
I giggle again at the supreme hilariousness of it all! ( Mr.O cries bitterly and later decides to ignore me, as I am after all, a worthless void and then hurriedly gets back to shaving)
>> OHHHH
Oh! This was deliberately 'abstract-ized' and 'abstract' sometimes means that the meaning is fluid and not rigid and unique. Despite that, I must say, this wasn't about love or losing loved ones(but one always has the liberty with all things abstract,to extract various shades of meaning from a single expression). But what I intended to convey was a certain lack of 'ground' or a starting set of precepts when one ignores the Occam's principle of parsimony(also called the Occam's razor). This leads to infinite possibilities making a single rational explanation impossible.
(That was the worry that got me thinking about all this).That's when one returns to the metaphorical 'void'. While this isn't serious philosophical writing, this isn't about life either...its mainly about the problem of making sense of the world.
Also, when I spoke of the existence of ‘something-called-a-void’...i meant 'not the absence of other things' but the existence of an entity called 'void'(independent of absence of other things)...gosh! i dont claim to have understood this myself !!
Oh! This was deliberately 'abstract-ized' and 'abstract' sometimes means that the meaning is fluid and not rigid and unique.
>> Writing science in mathematics is abstraction, abstraction is not fluid!!
>> I don't think you wrote about love or anything like that, I just saying I feeling void when I loose some one!
Despite that, I must say, this wasn't about love or losing loved ones(but one always has the liberty with all things abstract,to extract various shades of meaning from a single expression). But what I intended to convey was a certain lack of 'ground' or a starting set of precepts when one ignores the Occam's principle of parsimony(also called the Occam's razor). This leads to infinite possibilities making a single rational explanation impossible.
>> This is very natural way of thinking to human rationality!
The fact that from same axioms using different propositions you can get many theories. I think reality is not out there, that is ideology, a away of thinking, the reality is what we capture in our discretion, that supported with experiments. For example the notion of space have objective existence just because we describe it in coordinate system. Always we put a grid make sense of something!
(That was the worry that got me thinking about all this). That's when one returns to the metaphorical 'void'. While this isn't serious philosophical writing, this isn't about life either...its mainly about the problem of making sense of the world.
>> Oh, the world......world...world
Also, when I spoke of the existence of ‘something-called-a-void’...i meant 'not the absence of other things' but the existence of an entity called 'void'(independent of absence of other things)...gosh! i dont claim to have understood this myself !!
>> I still I did not get it! I need operational definition to make sense of it!
Oh! This was deliberately 'abstract-ized' and 'abstract' sometimes means that the meaning is fluid and not rigid and unique.
>> In my philosophical classes we had a great discussion on what is mean by 'abstract', for example the number is abstraction, the mathematics is abstraction of concepts. ( I do know your talking of different thing!)
Despite that, I must say, this wasn't about love or losing loved ones(but one always has the liberty with all things abstract,to extract various shades of meaning from a single expression).
>> This is problem of perception as well as natural language, always read the world into our experiences sometime into concepts, or geometry. Beholders shares his experiences, he has freedom but the freedom depends on his competence as well as the given (axiom), you already good philosopher of language or perception I suggest no need to study philosophy!
But what I intended to convey was a certain lack of 'ground' or a starting set of precepts when one ignores the Occam's principle of parsimony(also called the Occam's razor).
>> don't read too much philosophy, then you learn start enjoying mystery, not the beautiful laws of nature.
This leads to infinite possibilities making a single rational explanation impossible.
>> It is clear in pictures to same picture can represent infinity number of physical scenes are possible, that we call as "ambiguity in image structure", this ambiguity physical structure itself, and there is another ambiguity that is in mind, ambiguity in mind ( I suppose your talking about it). This make you restless (aha), this make me wonderful. the job is to see what is relations between these differences not saying which is right which is wrong ( he he he).
(That was the worry that got me thinking about all this).That's when one returns to the metaphorical 'void'. While this isn't serious philosophical writing, this isn't about life either...its mainly about the problem of making sense of the world.
>> Yah I understand it quite well ( i have inherent habit of bend the rules, so I try to talk opposite to you, in fact I like it). For me the problem is not in the laws and the reality/fake they tell you about for me why we made such laws and what experiences leads to make such laws, or not in the descriptions itself. The problem is for me is how we make sense of something!
Also, when I spoke of the existence of ‘something-called-a-void’...i meant 'not the absence of other things' but the existence of an entity called 'void'(independent of absence of other things)...gosh! i dont claim to have understood this myself !!
>> Cognition always about something ( according to your friends HUME) and every act of brain is emotional act, the emotion govern your reasoning, tell me now is it worthy to worry about what is reality!!!
I may end up write few more comments on this nice peace of your "random thought"
Finally I understood what is mean by being void. I feel it, when I'm away from dear things and people. For me beautiful thing would be doing and living the things that I love. Void where all of us suspend our thoughts even our stupiduty!
:) :) :)
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