The Blind Philosopher

I started out tonight, wondering if someone out there had thought of this. Then, oblivion faded, and I came to the ultimate conclusion... Well, duh.

Of course someone had, so rather than imposing on their "space"... I'm not even going to look deeper into why I'm not an original; it just wasn't meant to be. Surprised?

I couldn't call myself one, or even really profess to be one, but my intrigue for so many aspects of what is, was, and will be has taught me to watch carefully. The world is full of surprises; I am by no means even close to the next one... so let me begin, as is, a mad scientist. Not a "blind philosopher".

Ever wondered what really happens when someone passes on? Of course you have. At least enough to dismiss it. Or validate it. Or just acknowledge it. If you're still in denial, then stop here; the rest of this will be useless to you. Press the little "back" button at the top left of your browser now. No, really...

Human life as we know it, in general, is supposed to be about experiences, learning, and correcting one's own general behaviours in order to better one's self. We are one of the few creatures that understands of our own existence. Whether to reflect yester-minute's activity, or last year's (you know the one where you got really... oh what's the point?), we use this on a regular basis to shape and ultimately define who and what we are. But where is that "grey line" that brings us to that next level?

You know, now come on. You're really not fooling anyone. If you're reading this, I'm talking about you. The one breathing. Yeah, you.

There's a point in life where you realize that you inherently are defined by your generationS. Yes, "S". The one's you've seen come and go. Do you find yourself silently (yet frustratingly) commenting to yourself (or even aloud, haha), "Why don't you know what 'x' is..."? And then trying to apply this logic to another one of your kind in your social surroundings, and found yourself to be the reason it isn't answered easily? You know. Maybe, it's your grandfather. Maybe it's your grandson. Maybe, just MAYBE, it's YOU!

Welcome to my world. I come from a land of good, intelligent, well rounded (yet somewhat loosely eccentric) individuals, yet I'm not like them. I mean, I'm good people, have common morals, I'd like to hope I'm intelligent (if not, then by all means...), and I'm ... well not so rounded, but more eccentric. It applies more in terms of emotional state than it does to the classic definition. There's no money, so no need to get excited.

I dream, and I dream big. I got nothin. Jetsons in 1979, and me, big dick @ whatsitsoft.comorgbiz in 2010. Wrong on both accounts.

But why go for the small stuff, that really is nothing more than just stepping stones. I get an idea of learning everything thoroughly along the way. You must not misunderstand, however. Let's face it, I'm one of those people that will tell you if I can or cannot do something from the beginning. I pick my battles wisely. If I have a thought that I can actually win the challenge at hand, I will bite with full force and not let go. If I think there's a chance I'm not ready, I hang back and watch just a little bit longer. That classic "wall-flower" (only crouching and crying).

Lather, Rinse, Repeat. That's me.

Ok, but why? Well, the answer may surprise you. I'm not afraid of what I know, I'm afraid of what I don't know. Some don't care, some obsess. I'm in between. I'll watch, and when I see the pattern, THEN you're in trouble.

But if I understand the situation, why do I panic? Again, we're looking at the other side. Do you care? Do you not? It might make a difference, although to be honest, if I don't know you I could care completely less. Prevent world damage? Yes. Tree hugger? Not even close.

Why save something that's outside our control? Do some people really think that.. oh nevermind. I don't have time...

But all of this DOES feed into my own personal philosophy. Are you who you are just because? Or are you what you've become? Am I? Are we a number, or entity? Is there a difference?

So then what really (as before) DOES happen when you power down for the last time, and write out your final bits? Surely, they don't find you with your head clicking, so alas, the computer analogies must end here.

But what happens... ?

(Close your browser... no SERIOUSLY... CLOSE IT NOW! I don't want these to be the last words you read!!!)

Sounds nuts, but think about it... Blind, not crazy. If you can read it when it's gone... more power to you.