No-one pays attention to a hot-dang word I say, which is okay. It’s more than just okay: it’s mighty fine, this way.
Despite ‘cocking up’ pretty majorly recently, at the very least, at least my studies are going well.
I got to thinkin’ ’bout subject matter and mental conditioning as an effect of study. This equally could be applied to life, and not forcibly as purely an effect of socialisation. Take, if you will, the example of a lyric poet, whom stands all day in the street, and sings songs worthwhile to his Muse: love. This person is more likely be monogamous in nature, as a direct effect of having sung lyrical poems about love, in its purest sense.
I met another student the other day, whom has had a complete reversal in opinion and way of thinking, directly as a result of studying a science. This person used to be far more open minded, but now they live in a world of banal constructs, ever limited by logic, and never defying logic.
“The ignorant take ... [symbolic wisdom] literally and build for themselves prison houses of words and with ...speech and ...taunt denounce them who will not join them in the dungeon.”
That’s my thought for the day, and while we’re at it, let’s relish some Sir Thomas Browne.
“...the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit perpetuity. Who can but pity the founder of the Pyramids?
Herostratus lives that burnt the Temple of
Diana, he is almost lost that built it; Time hath spared the Epitaph of Adrian’s horse, confounded that of himself. In vain we compute our felicities by the advantage of our good names, since bad equall durations; and
Thersitesis like to live long as
Agamemnon, who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, then any that stand rememberēd in the known account of time? Without the favour of the everlasting register, the first man had been as unknown as the last, and
Methuselahs long life had been his only Chronicle.” - from
hydriotaphia.
