Throwback Thursday #5: Old Philosophy

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Sunday, October 26, 2003

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Michael Lamb is the name of a beggar…the endless streams of philosophy mean nothing to the uninformed idealists. “What is the point of saying something senseless to someone who would try and make sense of it?” The meaning of life is meaningless, an endless inquiry that revolves around unimportant details. “What’s the point of knowing your reason for life if you don’t even know your reason for death?” Time doesn’t in actuality exist…one moment to another is just that as point a to point b are just paths of dreamers looking to have control over that which cannot be controlled. “Are you the shepherd or are you the shepherded?” Endless streams of philosophy will continue to exist as long as ignorance runs rampant. “Are you happy because you don’t know sadness or because you do?” The influences of the world only exist because we are led to believe we are weak. “If you are strong why don’t you succeed?” When common fundamentals are excused you are left with extremes. Common sense does not exist because nothing is common. Rationality is a reaction to fear while innovation is a reaction to the lack of. “Are names used?” The five senses combine to make the sixth sense. Good and evil don’t feed off of each other because they both don’t exist. There is no such thing as an end to chaos as there is no such thing as an end to peace. The balance of right and wrong is nonexistent, but only a fabrication of the same who choose to ignore their own ability to fail. Love and pain aren’t related but are flaws of living creatures. The same flaws that allow life to continue, through death life persists. “But if life begets death and death begets life then which isn’t real?” Words are as powerful as the user of them. The sixth sense is very sharp and hard to manipulate, but only to those who are confused by simple questions. All questions are simple because they are merely answers to fears. If you look hard enough you will find that there is nothing to see, but if you choose to be enlightened you’ll realize a single path does exist and stand above any other. Humans are batteries in what is supposedly taught to be life, expiration dates and all. The strong give up because they are aware of their ignorance but the weak give up because they are unaware of theirs.

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Throwback Thursdays #2: Tell One

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by Morribb Tyler Lehrer on Saturday, December 29, 2007 at 11:39pm

Tell me something. Would you love if you knew that it would only end sooner or later in heartbreak? Would you care for the solitude less if you knew that for a instance, no matter how brief, it would be absolved? The world in bleak colors doesn't seem to do anyone any real justice. Sadness, depression, grief. They seem like such cold words no? So tell me something. Is there a better way...

First of the Four

Psycholosphy

Yeah, sometimes I like to make up words. (i.e. shugina, ...fek can't think of any others, just read previous posts and I'm sure you'll find some) Psychology and philosophy are the components of this concoction in case you were curious. While it incorporates the two though I would like to make it clear that it isn't a new idea but perhaps that by branding it under my terms I'll be able to further usher in this new era of innovation First Order stands for. Too much?

So what is the term all about and what does it cost me? Honestly the closest I could relate to it would be under the views of "first philosophy" as described by the philosopher Al-Kindi. Yes, it's a link because quite frankly I don't expect too many to search for him if it involves manually entering his name into a search engine and sifting through reputable sources for a snippet of something that'll probably be easily acertained through the convenience of context clues. Can you tell how far this post will be off the rails yet?

So, the study of wisdom isn't terribly new. One might very well classify it as philosophy itself. Though the term comes from the literal amalgam of "love" and "wisdom" as opposed to study--read orign of word. What mighty effect might such simple conventional connotations have upon the deliverance of such an epiphany you may inquire? (Alright, by this point I'm about ready to put a bullet in my head for having such unreasonable diarrhea of the keyboard)

Wisdom is more than knowledge. Wisdom can be seen as a sharp blade, perhaps even a katana. Honed for and immense amount of time, perfected, reformed, and eventually through unmistakably harsh labors, brought to fruition. Knowledge and experience, a sum that can and tends to far eclipse its parts. So then what of the study of it? Pscholosphy by definition then has to surpass the conventional compound and produce something far superior. Psycholosphy is the next step. Nothing as perverse as a synthetic wisdom but by all definitions a term that very well encompasses it.

Deconstruction of situation into the psychological elements at work then having their philosophical expression/progressions explored to an end that can produce an effect not dissimilar to clairvoyance. See, not simply the study of wisdom but its implications, deviations, derivatives, etc.. A way of thinking that can produce innovation--read innovators.

Active wisdom.

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Hearing:  That Power by Childish Gambino

Nothing Seems To Kill Me

War." ...WAR! What is it good for? Aboslutely..." if you say nothing I'll pop you one. That's the general thought that comes to mind when I hear that ever popular phrase being uttered. There are so many people in my country that are so quick to fall in to the craze of war being EVIL and how we should all just give PEACE a chance. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for peace and I've heard all the rationale in the world including but not limited to the big one about life without it would make peace so much less...meaningful.

The next you hear that song being sung or the strings of anti war being pulled on the basis that such scrimmages don't accomplish anything, I'd like to implore you to think about the Civil War, American Revolution, the World Wars, and any other wars that have been fought to preserve the rights of the oppressed. There is more to the world than many would like to ever admit. There is meaning in spades in what ever may occur in our history. Try to remember that is all I ask.

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Listening to:  I Hate Christmas in LA by Ethan Newberry

Old Farts

Hate. Hate is a strong word. That statement however is based on perspective. Some people have professed the insignificance of words as they can only be given power by one's willingness to let them affect their person. But with that rationale, isn't the only way to alleviate such an issue be by calling for mankind to reach the next plateau of consciousness? To reach an emotional level of development that would allow all to shake the connotations, associations, and simply sheer baggage of grammar. The fabled ideal world where logic reigns supreme regardless of the sacrifices of individuality. For some 'strange' reason I don't see that happening any time soon.

The focus is North America, specifically The U.S. of A. Back as a teen, the desire to strike out and be unique was laughable. Laughable because everyone essentially wanted to be uniquely one thing of a set number of things. The formation of cliques developed from that. Those that wanted to be the smartest, the best at sports, the best artist, and even those who wanted to be uniquely, 'unique.' The push for acceptance while rebuking anyone who couldn't 'deal' was enormous. But 'then' and 'now' are eons apart. After the events of 9/11 a new age of censorship began in the U.S.. Whether it was by the government or just self-imposed out of fear, things had started changing. Hate began to take on a new form. One, more deceptive than ever before. Not for terrorism, or some faceless evil, but for free thought.

A war has been brewing against free thought for a long time. It's nothing new. When two people with differing beliefs meet, they tend to collide at some point or other. The collision is actually the good thing. Grabbing ankle only leads to deep seated anger towards the object of one's discontent. The collision can birth something new, something better, a sense of true acceptance as opposed to the tolerance that's being pushed forward. So where does this new breed of hate come in? The fight for speech. Rights are one thing. But the attacks on people's feelings is something else entirely.

People being held accountable for their remarks isn't anything new. Condemning people in hopes for that ideal utopian global community which accommodates every individual's ideals, beliefs, cultures, and even opinions is ridiculous. For one, short of a purely logical emotionally stagnated world, it's not feasibly possible. And, for two, that world already existed. It was called the internet. HOWEVER, bringing real world jurisdictions and 'law' into it have perverted it into a shell of the potential it once was. One of the few refugees for one to really express themselves has been slowly decaying into a corporate gloryhole. So where can one be themselves without sinking into the luxurious existence of a recluse?

I know a black man. I specifically state him as a 'black' man because he does not identify with the term 'African-American.' He holds no animosity towards it but from his perspective he doesn't understand how it applies to him. He is a natural born citizen of the U.S.A. birthed from parents also born and raised in the U.S.. Now after years of association with that man I've come to comprehend quite a bit about the nature of individuality. But were I to voice such understandings in an open forum I would find myself open to attack on the basis of being politically incorrect. Just as this post is open to the same attacks the level of security granted by anonymity makes continuing possible. Needless to say, life has changed.

Life is generally defined as being alive, living, not dead. But what kind of existence can one have when they pass through mute, weary of the newest growing obsession of being 'politically correct' in a world where people of differing ethnicities will show pride or aggression toward a word? Where people of differing sexualities can emote rage or even use casually, terms that generally refer negatively to those of their sexual preference? The uprising of people who share a common desire to be treated fairly is a righteous happening but, where is the line?

When the 'enlightened' jump on the bandwagon and start verbally assaulting anyone with a conflicting viewpoint, how can such a just cause not turn to the very thing it was started for? Therein lies a future. Obsessions with accommodation instead of acceptance. Tolerance instead of true resolution. Perhaps my generation has finally just gotten to the point where we start becoming our parents/grandparents, using terminology commonplace to an era that we're the only ones still living in.

Sh*t, never saw it coming.

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Listening to:  Why Can't We Be Friends