Nothing for nothing is a zero sum concept of a void needing to be filled. I mean how can one not have nothing but contempt for such a statement? Something troubling you? Oh it's "nothing"... Hard to believe that standard response is nothing less than a cope out. I wish nothing but the best to people i meet and they usually are rewarded with the best of nothing from this well intention promise of nothing. The outcome of "Nothing comes easy" is often...nothing...simply because it's not that hard to have nothing! Let's face it i might have nothing to talk about but as soon i'm behind the keyboard, nothing can stop me...
"Nothing to see here - just move along" so exclaims the police...Then why do i have to move along if there's nothing to see may i ask?
Nothing is such a cherished sanctuary where we can hide ourselves from its alter ego - Everything. At the end of the day, nothing beckons at our door again. But don't fret, nothing good or bad can come from that because nothing is really there...Still a word of caution, don't open the door please...i'm truly terrified of nothing!
I must confess I have a love/hate relationship with daily routines, those diabolical task masters which haunt me,never convincing me the tyrannical buggers are truly beneficial. Okay so i have to picked up my dry cleaning sooner than later and mailed out payment for those due bills on stuff i pretend to own. I get it , i swear. But do ya have to be so intrusive and prompt about it? Ring Ring Ring there goes off my reminder bell again. Pure evil i say - simply vile! Odd when i have precious moments of stillness, i can't help thinking how order is essentially tied to my sanity. How i have to keep jumping over the hurdles of routine, those self imposed speed bumps to prevent me from crashing. I hate them with a passion!!! Yet i can't help filling up my agenda with to do lists! Haha
Oops, gotta go ... another routine beckons me
Is there such a thing as "best" such as "best in Class"? Or "The ultimate best"? Problematic because it implies a finite in an infinite universe of possibilities so tell me - how could it be the best? Hubris tends to segregate the sparkling metals away from the mundane speckles of sand, a pearl to be shucked from its shell like habitat. But to associate preciousness to the uniqueness of the lot? If so,what is best - diamonds or gold? And ubiquitous water compared to those two rare elements? Depends what quenches one's thirst, doesn't it? IF we would ask the Spanish Explorer he might say gold is best because it symbolized power, beauty, and purity. And we know for some women, a diamond is her best friend. For the nomad in the sahara - perhasp a moot point. So can we conclude that, just maybe, "better" is infinitely superior to "best" because it keeps the door open for some form of betterment. Best is subjective to say the least although the authoritative sound it emits gives the impression of a pinacle stop of all stops. Since better implies but a transitory stage to a higher plane would that be motive enough to honor it as the descriptive choice? Maybe next time someone tells you such a movie, book, or idea is the best, it might be good remind them it's still a long way from being better
I think therefore i am but am i therefore what i think? What a conundrum that wise Descartes present us with! Where do we go from here? Look forward and onward? unravel the past? Or simply sit on the bank of the river and enjoy the floating chunks of scenery? I ask myself what's it all about Alfie but he never gives me a straightforward answer, most likely because he's seeking a response for the same question. As if we are all trapped in a labyrinth of an amusement park's house of mirrors, casting a multitude of reflections one as perplexing as the other.
I am what i want to be i suppose - a fulfillment of self prophecy, a cocktail of a myriad of esoteric chemical reactions interacting with random factors. Makes ya feel a bit like a ravenous black hole indiscriminately swallowing everything in its path without any purpose. But where does that matter really go? or does it truly matter?? Ergo where it wants to go i presume
I wonder at times what i am? of course i am a living breathing organism, a biological unit among many, with characteristic features supposedly unique to the framework of my existence. But is the physical embodiment really where it all begins and end? What about that intangible known as soul? That which cannot touched, outlined, or even measured? Does it truly exist or is it a figment of fables and lores to give each an impetus to go beyond the basic needs of survival and seek the unspeakable? I wonder because i find it to be in such a rarity, like a precious metal deeply submerged in the soil, so still and unpretentious yet so valuable for some. We are terrestrial creatures always looking up to the heavens - A dichotomy between the feet secured firmly on ground while the eyes gravitate to the sky in wishful thinking... maybe that rare metal, the intangible soul resides somewhere between these two spaces. Between the drudgery of reality and the fanciful flight of dreams.