Saturday, June 6, 2020
I like green a bit more now
Another tirade
(Read in a milder tone. I'm not arrogant. I'm just angry and devastated)To willfully err is an art. The fear that engulfs the whole of me, my stutter, and my silence does not let me do that. Sometimes I want to be a demon spitting greenish flames the heat of which will blur your vision for a bit. You don't think I can do that? Listen, if I put my mind to it I can be the epitome of wickedness, a perfect nightmare, an evil witch, or a daring bitch. I can pull it off so effortlessly that you will be completely taken aback. You'll know it in your heart when you lose it to me. I could destroy your world with the snap of my fingers; your terrified screams will echo throughout the realm, slowly drowning in between my cold and cruel laughter. So don't challenge me with your nasty comments, shitty opinions, and archaic thoughts because I am an artist and when I err with all my will, you, my dear, will go extinct.
On Socrates and Aporia
I recently discovered that Socrates was this guy who went around the town irritating people by asking questions. He called himself -'the gadfly of Athens' and took it upon himself to enlighten fellow Athenians by questioning them and creating a state of aporia. Socratic dialogues often ended in aporia. Aporia is a Greek word meaning being at loss or unable to answer. First, let me tell you why he did what he did. He basically wanted to prove The Oracle of Delphi wrong. The prophecy was that Socrates was the wisest of all men. So, he would go to politicians, poets, and craftsmen who claimed to have knowledge. First, he would say that he is ignorant and would love to hear what they have to say on the matter. He'll allow the person to open up and then slowly he'll start questioning the person's opinions until the person is made to realize he knows nothing. Can you imagine the horror! Well, this is known as Socratic irony where he claims of being ignorant but turns out to be the wiser one. He said -"The only true wisdom, is in knowing you know nothing".
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He was a revolutionary in the sense he questioned the traditions and customs at the time, and even the state itself. He believed in the universal subjective truth and that we should all think for ourselves, look inwards, to find it. But isn't the word subjective in itself biased? ( I think that is impossible-the universal truth part). He did not impart any knowledge, instead, he made others realize they didn't know(intellectual midwifery or maieutics as he would call it). Anyway, all this information, all we know about Socrates is from texts written by Plato, Xenophon (his students)and Aristophanes(a playwright ). Yeah, you read that right. The man didn't keep a journal. Could he be any more stupid? (In Chandler's voice).I would have liked to know him, you know, although he seems plain arrogant, lacking empathy and much more. Don't judge him so harshly you moron. For all we know, he could have been a goofball and his interlocutors must have had a bad sense of humor. Anyway, he didn't have a happy ending obviously. He was accused of corrupting the youth and defying the Gods and was sentenced to death by hemlock poison. He could have saved his life if he apologized but he didn't. He believed in an inner force that would make him do stuff and called it daimon. He believed it was his duty to follow what the guiding force said him to do which was negation most of the time (PS: he was not possessed ). You could have called it your inner voice Socrates, inner voice. Why?why?why did you do that?
It was not his duty but he did show the mirror to the society and that takes guts guys(Taaliyan👏). Also, aporia is incredible. Seldom, do people try to negate themselves? Once we reach a conclusion, we sort of cling on to it, till our last breath. Contrary to this, aporia provides for intellectual humility and that we may not need an ultimate answer, instead we can always strive for a better answer each time.' Keep questioning to learn' and 'know thyself' is what I take from him.
Friday, June 5, 2020
Free Fall
I am tired.No, exhausted is the right word.These iron bars I've built for myself is crunching me in.That would be slightly inaccurate considering the fact that the cages have been there forever.I never built one but I chose mine. They've turned rusty recently. I can feel the roughness whenever my shoulder brush past it.On some days there is an urge to tap my head lightly on it.Thud.Thud.Thud.I hope it would calm me down.It doesn't. I know from the past that it never works but its a habit now.There is a slight comfort in repetition,monotony,and sheer familiarity. Its been ages since I last saw those magnificent keys.Crafted with utmost precision,made of gold the keys always reminded me of pride,arrogance and royalty.Even in the dark,my eyes closed,I can still imagine its elegant curves and dents when I held them close for one last time.Its strange what your brain can make you do.Vision blurry, clouded ,a quiet rage mounting inside ,time never stopped to see what I did.And I did what I did. I threw out into the abyss my freedom,locked myself inside.Regret hit even before the keys did.I was too ignorant to detect the flaw in the plan.Now I see it.All of it.
It amuses me that rational beings often succumb before the thunder of emotions .Anyway its been a very long day. I try to lie down for a bit, maybe get some sleep. It's been a while since I've got some alone time. A mirror opposite tells me I look like a zombie. Insomniac and a zombie, I thought. Who the fuck keeps a dozen mirrors in a cage. So dumb. Ouch! It hurts to even relax oneself around here. The floor is hostile. My ankle is hurt, a drop of orange fluid oozes out from my flawless skin, escape into the nothingness below through space between the bars. That's a miracle! A tiny bit of me is now under free fall. A tiny bit of me is free. I should celebrate, but for now, I should sleep. I close my eyes, to embrace the darkness, but instead light greets me with a radiant smile. It's beautiful and blinding.
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