I Suppose....

I suppose that I sat down tonight to try and write something profound.....I seem to like trying to do that.

Indeed, it seems that that may be my purpose in life, to give ridiculous opinions for the embarrassment of myself and the amusement of others.

I know what you're thinking "You're cutting yourself short, your horrible spelling also amuses us!"

Well thank you for your comforting reassurences, but I am pleased to announce that I think I finally feel above my philosophical urges.

Today I was thinking of how, after I pass on, I would like my body to be disposed of. I've always been rather fond of the thought of cremation, and I was contemplating the purity that fire brings with it, when a thought occured to me.

(Well....it actually occured to me while I was berating myself for being foolish again, I do that quite often...but I really do enjoy the idea that fire brings purity...but I digress)

It occured to me that philosophy is the action of a person taking the most magnificent ideas, the most passionate feelings, and the most heart-wrenching scenes, and trying to condense such stirring, beautiful things into relatable terms.

And then it struck me, Who can do that?!

Truly, no mere mortal could come close to the ablsolute and consuming feelings that come from being in love, or the unrelenting loss and physical pain of losing something irreplaceably dear to you. Certainly, there is no botanical wonder that could come close to said passion. Nor any natural marvel that could represent these absolute and all-consuming emotions.

How could one even consider, how could anyone be so audacious, as to even try to condense those feelings with some natural metaphor?!

The search for wisdom, that lust for knowledge, that's how!

I am guilty of that lust, that greed, but as I realized the absolute futileness of attempting said affronts, I realized that philosophy is false. There is no accomplishing that which I described by any other save GOD.

Why try?

Comfort I suppose...the utter completeness of feeling is intimidating to say the least. Why not break i down into managable metaphors....it's rather similar to what we've done to time.

Anyways, as you probably guessed, I wont be getting off my high horse any time soon. Just because I recognize my rantings as being in vain, and despite my obvious unpolished ideas, I like to rant.
Comfort and all that. *winks*