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theory


I've come up with a theory about human thinking. This theory encompasses both free will and 'fate', if you will. Of course, this theory doesn't deal with any of the physics or fate of the universe and/or physical objects but is based on the premise that concepts of free will and 'fate' are based in the human brain. You will come to understand what I mean to say.

There are some who say that if free will truly existed in this world, then things that are not physically possible would occur. For example, if I wanted to fly, I could fly. I find this statement ridiculous, to say the least. In this universe, then, free will would apply to all physical objects as well. Does that mean now that objects have their own conscience, if not then, how would they react in this universe. This idea essentially gives the human mind power over the universe, two things (human mind and physical dimension) I believe exist in their separate dimensions. This is not what I am talking about.

I believe that free will exists entirely in the mind, as it very well should (and quite obviously does).
At any given point in time, a human being has numerous choices (bounded by his physical abilities). These numerous choices can span from the smallest to the largest choices. I could jump right now, I could pick my pencil, and what not. All these choices are created by the mind and the imagination. Once the imagination brings such thought or possibility to being, there exists a choice: to do or not to do. Of course, in any normal circumstance, we do not consciously think of these things. Most of these choices are filtered unconsciously. So I suppose, because these choices are made unconsciously, we don't exactly have a choice in being able to choose many of these, basically taking away our free will. But the fact that these choices exist shows that free will exists. Out of all those numerous choices created, few of them surface to our conscious mind. These are what we perceive to be the choices of daily life. Do this, do that, everything that we do sprouts from these.

To expand, because these thoughts and choices are conceived by imagination, this essentially gives those with greater imagination greater freedom to do what we will, because everything we can possibly do is still bounded by what can think of to do. For example, writing is a most tactile example. As a person writes, each word is a conscious decision and choice he comes upon, by being able to deny every other possibly less fitting word and using that word in their place. Thus it would make sense that writers sometimes exhibit greater imagination and thinking capability, and vice versa. Of course by no means does that mean that the writer is anymore success, because there are many ofter things in life that determine that.

Perhaps there are alternate states of minds that bring about these unconscious choices. And maybe that's why people do retarded shit when they are drunk or high. Instead of normally apprehending choices, choices that were meant to stay in the unconscious realm arise and break the barrier of common sensibility.  Many of these choices are probably based upon human instinct as well, and in a very Freudian concept, cut out by our superego. This actually explains a lot, if you think about it. The confidence booster, the aggravated anger, the melancholy, the whatever. And maybe that's why some people say that when people are drunk, they tend to exhibit their true selves.


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Life is corridor of paintings we paint with our experiences
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assholes

I hate assholes who interfere with other people's lives. I don't mind if you are an asshole, but be an asshole by yourself in your room, or be an asshole with your asshole friends.

People like that are often contagious, and spread like germs.

죽어!
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더워

으악 이런 날씨가 재일 싫타
싫어 싫어
i hate

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메롱메롱 이히
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민트

난 괜찮아 내일 아침에 소파 위에 시체가
되어 이름 모르는 너와 어색한
사이가 되어도 I don't care at all
let's smoke, drink, boogie on and on

너도 내일 아침에 날 기억 못해도 돼
물이든 술이든 u can sip and smoke it away ♫



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한잔해요

이제 다
술
여자
클업
밥
재미없어졌으니깐
내가 그저 그렇게
잘하지도 못하는
음악
이나하지 뭐.
나한태 좀 미안하다
미안하다 협아

뭐든지
잘
해야지
협아

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fuck slump

I'll be back

schools over, now I really have stuff to do
I gotta be really honest with myself
and live my life like it's nobody else's business

I'll be back
but I'm definitely somewhat different now, I can feel it


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Things to do:

focus
and
fuck
everything
else.

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con mortuis in lingua mortua

The first time I realized anything about sex was when I watched Titanic.  I honestly don't remember anything from that movie except that "draw me like one of your french girls" scene (until I saw it again).

Now that I watch it again, I find it awfully strange that a woman would spend her last dying days recalling a boy she met when she was seventeen for what, four days? When she has been married for more than half her life.

The next erotic moment in my life was "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon". I do not remember anything from that movie, except some soft interpretations of a japanese AV.

I feel like that same naive little kid that only focuses on the parts that are new to him (not talking about sex anymore). I feel these new emotions, and I wonder what they are, so I toy with them and I extrapolate the deepest meaning I can from them. I stretch them to their most extravagant limits, to limits which I am afraid to encounter again. I felt like frozen silly putty, thrown on the ground, only to become that same silly putty again, such in a different, wiser state.

Am I actually learning something? One can only learn from experiences. Without anything to be firsthand encountered, one remains a dumbed idiot, a pretentious sophomore in the game of life.

Let me talk honestly now. I really like to pull the deepest emotional states out of me. Do I actually find joy in the experience? No. But I do it because I can, and I absolutely indulge myself in it. I don't need to find horrid deepshit situations to feel like I'm horrid or in deepshit. I can create these mindsets on my own, or they're just given to me.

And to be really honest, I have no idea how I feel, or what I should feel or why I do or if I should recuperate, or if I really even want to. It's a state of 'I don't fuckin know'. I'm not even really fine with that either, but what-fuckin-ever.

I'm just sayin. Now I don't even know I'm saying. Train of thought lost.

Just let the emotions come, and listen as close as you can to what they are saying, and you will hear something. If you ignore it, it will come back like a suppressed train wreck. This is how one grows.

A toast to success. *clink*

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