❝ Everyone believes in the atrocities of the enemy and disbelieves in those of his own side, without ever bothering to examine the evidence.

— George Orwell in Looking Back on the Spanish War (1943)

(Source: thinksquad)

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❝ Just as a piece of writing feels so sincere and resonant in truth of myself, I too can let it go, as it is a plaque of how I felt when I wrote it—though important in that I can call upon it to cross reference how I feel in this moment.

— Me, I’m quoting myself, lol

Formless, Unplanned

                             Strange to think that my stranger nights are now composed mostly of breaking my schedule—I once wrote a story about how getting into a routine will quickly cycle your life into death; and when I take a hold of the routine in a conscious “death” grip, it began serving me. As such, external stimuli are becoming less and less of a factor, with the side-effect of discovering myself more earnestly, seeing the internal stimuli, at risk of seeming antithetical to any sort of folly, maybe to the extent of someone with whom in the past I got along but now feels strange or estranged around me

    —I don’t want to come off as so serious
       but the fact is, my drive to become is
       life-giving, and I feel motivated so as
       to do anything, and deal with anything.

To that force I have decided
to apply my conscious efforts
and I can see it working, with
opportunities unfolding.

   When something is stagnant,
   it doesn’t mean it’s bad, it just
   means it’s more at risk of
   going bad.

Indeed, there are ways in which the stagnation of my
                   current situation can be transformed without traveling
such distances.
Here is Nathan. Hello, Nathan. You have access to this text; whether you visit, or visit often, I cannot guess. Here is where I process in words, volume II. Nathan has given me inadvertent, subtle motivation—was it? He did challenge me to write, and here I am, and here is he—to begin giving focused energy

just as Callum, too, has motivated me to do, in a deliberate, direct fashion, Callum’s and Nathan’s influences combined giving to me this chapter of spiritual development.

Focused energy, in general. In other words, attention,

Or, as M. Czikszentmihalyi choose to phrase it; psychic energy

[and I laugh with myself, as Nathan too may, for upon saying I “feel motivated so as to do anything,” I yet declined to simply drive out there and watch the eclipse with him]

my former point being: just as I could see myself a roommate of Callum, I can see myself a roommate of Nathan. It’s a hidden factor for staying near where I am; and of that I will take consideration.

       What is to be made of all of this? That is to ask: what am I doing?
        It’s grand and an ounce intimidating for every day to feel that it’s
        leading up to something when I have no particular vision in mind.

        Identified are two entangled challenges:
        -  Accurately and concisely expressing my thoughts
           feelings, and opinions, verbally
        -  Expressing the same via my actions

        [a pair of challenges made difficult through dissonance,
         and a feeling of understanding many perspectives
         equally]

And my aura signifies that my chakras are centered in my throat, attempting to climb to purple;
        where at once I became hyperaware of that potential fact
        and avoided flaunting such a state

        —I don’t want to come off as so serious, etc.

Some day—or every day, in continuum—I [will] discover the potential of what it means to have relative intelligence.

Relative implies, to many, a comparison to others;
I express that I mean a comparison to myself.

Pressure, gratefully

My mind is entirely somewhere else
a cardiovascular quickened pace
up to my neurons, firing their guns
    blasting holes in each of my considerations
    feeling & understanding each one,
    leading to
"dissonance — what does that mean??
                        why do you do that??”
             because I feel it!
             am I supposed to apologize?
well, anyway, my choices are
many and each attractive & understood   SYSTOLE
          and maybe as organized would be easier selected   DIASTOLE
but as I am very suggestible
I feel so strong in agreement when I
          hear: “move here”
          AND: “stay here”
   so it feels like
   “move here” = “stay here”
   “stay here” = “move here”
At least Josh says
'you will go far,'
not knowing the conditions.

and gratefulness is all I can offer
for being healthy and able to face
these decisions at all.

❝ The investigation of the truth is in a way difficult and in a way easy. An indication is that no one can worthily reach it nor does everyone completely miss it, but each thinker says something about nature, and individually they make small contributions to it, and from them all together a certain volume arises.

— Aristotle, The Metaphysics

Faith anyway

I must hold faith in where
I go; every choice is creative
   —an intergral with unknown bounds
      measured not with estimation,
      no fixed width.
a width of infinite precision
nearly to insignificance.
a folly by relativity is,
in its moment, despairing
but numerous create missed potential.

not that much can be done, retroactively.
even the “big picture” is
blurred from unsteady hands;
the composition is maintained
(until it is changed, and
for that I can do nothing);
if my wide eyes cannot see,
and it hardly matters what I can see,
then to choose anyway I am required

unless I let it pass,

indecision itself a decision.

❝ Will the bending another man’s knees give ease to yours?

— Sir Thomas More, Utopia

, for ideas may be held close to me

and the focus is turned
outward,
where there is to be asked:
how does the web of ideas spread?
for being friends with someone
does not mean befriending their
tweets, or their blog—
     instead,
understanding why they have
chosen their path;
why must I edit myself
with hope of e-attention?
I will throw my idea
outward, and anyone may
choose to catch it [or not]—
      a number of timid mice
      scurrying for the
      unfollow button.

what is it, then, that they, or I, should be saying?