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Michael considered fate at 16:14   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment
The thing about blogging, life, the universe, and everything is that goodness and badness, those elusively unclear beasts of ying and yang (related, existenially to the brothers black and white), aren't always so statically and definitively declared to us as we would hope, dream, or like things to be. In fact, our whole lives are basically spent wondering (directly or indirectly) whether it is good or whether it is bad that these two peas in a pod, goodness and badness, are even real or if maybe they don't even exist.

It's a nasty 22 and one we've been throwing at each other (in a perpetual game of catch) since time amoral - yes, amoral. When we do things, create and tear down edifices, act on anger, or even cry out at the lack of substance and what seems like the pure ether of it all, it probably seemed like a good at the time - what we essentially considered a self-preserving or even self-promoting action. Later, things sometime come crumbling down or walls are built up in defiance. What once seemed obvious, even perfect, might now look like a fools errand which you dutifully pursued.

The existence of recorded history is difficult for this very reason. It is not always easy to look back and see the fool you once were for the fool you now embody is far less a simpleton; prone to attacks of self-doubt which initiate dangerous expeditions down dark paths and shadowed valleys. Why else are history books rewritten over and over till the answers match our questions and the soothing voice of i-told-you-so fades into the distance?

Difficulty is that which presents an obstacle in the path of least resistance. No doubt the very building block of life; that evolutionary baby step we all call annoying because nobody would climb up when they could climb down. History is just this and an obstacle to clearer thoughts but an obstacle nonetheless - difficult; a rockface to beat our hammers against a door which hides behind it the truth of good and bad, a shade on the lamp of light and dark which muddies our thoughts and confuses our understanding.

For these reasons, and though it may be sometimes painful and sometimes pointless, I record this blog. Sometimes useless hardly amounting to a pile of beans, an island who is oceanless, floating with questionable reasons for existing in the first place, unsure of where to go how to see or what to do other than just sit there.. but mostly difficult - an obstacle. A lesson learned, a log of events which point to the seemingly goodness and seemingly badness of it all which, like a prizm in the light changes as the sun rotates around the earth; a weather vane which attempts to measure at least a tiny corner of the moral ineptitude practiced by the human race.

And today, it seems like a good idea to blog.


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