A Question Post 2

I do not mean this discussion to be to philosophical in scope, I don’t claim to hold the monopoly on truth. Philosophy, in its purest form, is the study of the study knowledge itself. This rather opaque pursuit seems to be archaic in our society because the connection to one’s daily life has been severed. Why does one scrutinize the world of ideas and its relation to the physical world? I would contend that pen ultimate goal is to lead a better life, which I also define as happier. Though some might argue that happiness is too subjective a concept to place as a goal I would counter with the fact that, however it is defined, one would prefer to be more happy than less. The first of you will say, “but fine sir, aren’t there those out there who love the mildewed walls of sweet melancholy?” Yet I think it is fair to say that they are seeking a qualitative better existence through melancholy than would be possible to them if they didn’t have the protective shroud of sorrow. Then you may return “but isn’t happiness different than feeling less pain”? Off we would go into the semantics of it, so I will leave it as this, I believe that Man would prefer to feel better than worse, with one of the end of the spectrum being happiness while the other is sorrow. If you seek to dispute this, I have left ample holes for you to drive your tank of logic through, if it makes you happy to do so.

A Question Post 1

The question that we must ask ourselves is how should one live; a simple statement that belies a much deeper philosophical inquiry. We are a people that are shackled by our refusal to think critically and constructively about the world and our place in it. To ask not only what should I do, but also what could be done. Perhaps the answers to the great epistemological questions lie within science but for all the intellectual disciplines that it has so far encompassed the simple fact that we still can’t prove anything remains, we are still human “instruments” observing the “world”. Yet in this forum I would like to take the time, which itself is inconstant, to examine Value; both its role in shaping our societal framework that informs our logic and as to whether it in of itself is discernable given the limited scope of the apparatus of the mind.

Heightened emotions as the tear widens into an chasm

Lifetimes slip by

All those lives that could, would, and might but will never exist

The time to break free arrives but it is with sorrow that we say goodbye

I hold your hand one last time, grasping for the lost warmth of yesterday

Your eyes have started to depart from me, seeing the world now without me

And my rib is once again removed

My heart beats beats beats from the pain

Overwhelming as it is the intensity purifies me

The next moment comes

3/2/2007

Some Random Poetry

He said, “I will live in this moment forever” then he died in a blaze of gunshots.

Mourning widows cry for their boys of war.

Late night calls go answered.

And still we sleep safe in our beds.

We are Lost children; thrown to the streets, to poverty, and ignorance.

When the well to do aren’t well at all, scared of rising to high and falling to far.

This is the current dilemma, this is life in complexity.

Simplified

We Breathe
We Eat

We Drink

We Breathe

We Eat

We and We Drink

Do We Feel?

Yes we Feel.

Are those feelings true?

This I don’t know.

Will I find love, and will it be real?

Transient emotions that lack substance?

I believe in love

All in the course of a moment.

This is the subtext, but what is yet to be written?

Tomorrow I must get up and repeat the process, or not.

The choice is ours to continue in this current state of being.

9/15/2006

Why are we taught to fear mediocrity?

Is it the fear of losing any semblance of permanence?

Or is it that we need the respect of those around us to reconfirm our own existence

Perhaps it is a noble spirit that moves us to aspire to the heavens.

I want to be great, so I say and so I believe but it might not be and then the again the term “great” is a working definition at best.

Yet the simple life does sound “good”.

Then we are confronted with the semantic differences between the two.

Value remains a ghost of philosophers and shall stay haunting its halls.

Life remains a question of daily valuations that are tied to no fixed currency that we can weigh.

9/24/2006

I am awed by culinary perfection

The skill, the speed, and Art

I long for a passion that pure

Where I represent the best parts of myself in my work

Or better put what I’d hope to be the best of myself

For now doubt lingers heavy upon my once impenetrable demeanor

To work endless hours with a single purpose then to one day achieve it

Whether it be in a consommé, a béchamel sauce, or even a chicken stock

Though I fear that these heights and I shall not meet

Mediocrity, by any other word is a failure

Where are our values?

Why do I tire right before reaching Marathon?

What inside of me fails to rally that I cannot break through?

So I say again, I am awed by culinary perfection

1/5/2007

If you were to see me on the street your gaze would not pause

Nor would you recall my name in silent moments in your mind

For some actions speak

For me words are my thoughts’ actions fulfilled

A phrase, an adage, a call to action, a call to be

These I hope you reflect upon, I am content to vanish into the city backdrop

Yet to each a touch of immortality

2/3/2007

Perfect moment in a lapse of judgment

Spontaneous freedom elapses towards the sun

Life threatening fears that abide in a hail of gunfire

Last night meant nothing but everything to me

I will see your face for the rest of my days

But I shall not see you again

Tomorrow is nothing to the day

Sexy cadences in words spoken

Leave me breathless

Wishing I was there and you here

Nothing will bring back tomorrows that never came

2/21/2007