posts tagged "life"

strange how the soil absorbs water / and is quickly dry again
how the filled room points to the window

strange how the soil absorbs water / and is quickly dry again

how the filled room points to the window

I live in a new house in Bloomington, IND. Want to write letters?

[ 1608 s. buffstone ct. / bloomington, ind. / 47401 ]

I live in a new house in Bloomington, IND. Want to write letters?

[ 1608 s. buffstone ct. / bloomington, ind. / 47401 ]

David Foster Wallace — This is Water (Commencement Speech at Kenyon College, May 21st, 2005) [pdf]

The point here is that I think this is one part of what teaching me how to think is really supposed to mean. To be just a little less arrogant. To have just a little critical awareness about myself and my certainties. Because a huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded…

Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshiping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it JC or Allah, bet it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles — is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.

Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s that they’re unconscious. They are default settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing.

And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along on the fuel of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom all to be lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving and displaying. The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.

Built To Spill - Aisle 13 from the album There Is No Enemy

Every day something strange
I can’t explain happens to me…

No one sees ‘cause no one wants
to see what’s in their mind.

Fall in Bloomington (2) [ft. Columbus, Ohio]

Monsanto Ad I found in an April 1979 National Geographic
(PS- Happy Halloween)

Monsanto Ad I found in an April 1979 National Geographic

(PS- Happy Halloween)

Fall in Bloomington.

You cannot expect to evaluate a man’s life’s work as though it were stock in a warehouse. There is no scale of measurement possible.

John Berger, A Fortunate Man: The Story of a Country Doctor

Human life must be some kind of mistake. The truth of this will be sufficiently obvious if we only remember that man is a compound of needs and necessities hard to satisfy; and that even when they are satisfied, all he obtains is a state of painlessness, where nothing remains to him but abandonment to boredom. This is direct proof that existence has no real value in itself; for what is boredom but the feeling of the emptiness of life?

Arthur Schopenhauer (via mer-et-soleil) (via icebergofmilk)