Tuesday, August 08, 2006

There is no Sacrifice

What is sacrifice?

Giving something great for something greater? Has anyone ever done otherwise? Why is this so noble? We admire it--not because it is heroic--but rather because it is so tragic.

How sad; that we must step from one stair to the other, that we can't take each stair and add their heights, that we don't increase by the sum of the two but only their difference. That, in order to rise, one must also climb.

We climbers know no sacrifice.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Imitation is the sincerest form of unoriginality

With regards to authenticity and sincerity of actions

If I remove the symptoms
have I touched the disease?

Unexpect the expected

"Unexpect the expected"

I can guarantee the appearance of this phrase in an ad campaign.

The Maleable Man

Men can be made to feel proud or shameful of anything--even the same thing.

I'll burn that bridge when I come to it

No where, now here

Even hindsight isn't 20/20

Humor (definition)

Humor is constructed by logical deductions from absurd premises. Laughter is created where the two meet.

There is no Curiosity

What is curiosity?

The will to information? Could that possibly be the end of this will, its most root cause? Of course not.

We will to know, certainly, but we will to know certain things. And because we will to know only certain things, then we will to know for certain reasons beyond just knowing. Creating value, exercising power, destroying, imitating, forgetting, etc.

Cliche is a Cliche

When someone says "way, shape, or form", I stop thinking. It's probably contagious.

On Compliments: Consider the Source

When someone has reached a certain level of knowledge in a subject matter, it stops being novel and they become unaware of their knowledge. To the contrary, they actually become more embarrassed, truly, at how little they do know. And, even when others express praise for their knowledge, they are incapable of receiving this in full because they know how ill-informed the sender is.
They are not just being modest.

Here lies genius

We humans love genius. We especially enjoy looking at the strange turns that preceded the genius' fame. The myths of their childhood and eccentric quirks of their lifestyles.

We are so enamored with the quirky effects produced by great genius that we artificially create them in ourselves, or at least accentuate and propagate them, with the hopes that the causality will reverse and somehow the presence of the symptoms will give us the disease. Or, equally as valuable to most, at least give us the appearance of the disease--genius.

Therefore, never trust a man who openly admits to "tinkering" as a child or "taking apart anything he could get his hands on" or any typical but romanticized habit of youth. While often true of geniuses, it's more often true of non-geniuses. And, more importantly, it's incredibly trite.

Be creative people, really.