Mandatory-post.
Yeah, I needed to end this dry spell of mine. Its been, I don’t know, a few months since I’ve put anything up here (longer if you exclude my last post, which was a drunken rant). Let’s count that though, because who cares if anything anyone says on here is intelligent or profound or legible? It’s not really about that. It thinks it is, but its not. Its about pouring-out some of that excess liquid in our brains, making room for more.
That’s the way I think sometimes. That every word we think/speak/write, is progress. And heck, maybe the dumbest, most cliche, completely tired and lame, things we can think to say are the things that propel us the most. This runs counter to, I guess, common sense, which tells us that if we think stupid things, we’re bound to get stuck thinking that way. Perhaps, perhaps.
But think about how we’re here, today. I can’t speak for you, but me, I grew out of ignorance, wonder, and stupid questions. The first, most obvious things we ask are from complete blindness. Gradually, we piece the world together. Is this because we’re told the answers? I don’t think so. At least I don’t feel so. It feels like there are never answers, only more questions. Or then the answers are just veiled questions beginning with an ‘if.’ So that’s how we’re here, by being a part of an endless procession of “if then, if then, if then…” Ad infinitum.
This might not be remotely true, but ‘if’ it is, ‘then’ all we can do is keep this circulation going. Never shut it down. This would be pretentious. If we stop, it means we think we’ve arrived somewhere we can sit comfortably, somewhere we can pretend to know. I don’t know anything, ok? Well, not in any fixed state. My experience with knowledge has been like watching the ebb of a stream; but when I reach out to grab it, to keep it and hold it for myself, it slips away, right back in. Corny analogy, I know. But that’s the point. That’s exactly it.
You can’t stop. When you stop, maybe out of uncertainty—or worse, certainty—you’re really forfeiting everything instead of possessing it. So let’s keep that Kool-Aid jug inside our head fresh. When it gets stale and diluted, pour it out, try some Berry Blue.
The gist (as much for me to remember than anyone else), is to stop caring if something you say, do, express, and so on—is going to be interpreted how you want it to be, is going to be taken exactly how you meant it, and, (critically) means what you think your audience wants it to mean. Forget about it. What matters is that you did it.
Once its out there, it will be taken, flipped, shoehorned, torn to pieces, and whatever anyone who reads it wants to do with it. Let it go. See if it has any legs. Not that it matters if it does.
See? I feel better, regardless. Now I can say something else.
