Apathy. Sometimes I can’t be bothered to think too much. Thinking is good. Thinking and thinking is interesting. Thinking and thinking and thinking is fascinating, but just when do we cross the line into overthinking? Overthinking is exhausting. It’s relative though. What’s overthinking to me might not be for you. Who knows. We all have to think what we have to think. We can’t turn it off. Do we think our own thoughts? Are we responsible for them? I don’t know. So, I won’t bother to question it. The blank page is the canvas for the spirit that is being channeled through me. Is it the spirit of art? The spirit of creation? Is it a real spirit? Are ideas spirits? They are immaterial after all. Spirit sounds weird, but there’s a lot of weird stuff we can’t see, and yet we know it’s there, and we delight in it. Music. Frequencies. The last year I’ve been digging deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of synthesis. Manipulating sound waves and frequencies… Arriving at modular synthesis… Electrical currents. Flowing. Affecting one another and generating strange rhythms. I forget if I’m talking about life or music. Life is music though. We struggle against it because we don’t always like its ever-changing rhythm. But the song of life is always playing, and there’s no way to stop it. The frequencies are in our heads. In our thoughts. In the outside world. Waves of emotion… Emotions mixing with other emotions… Mixing with ideas. Ideas and ideologies. Influence. Everything is influencing everything. It’s not even a circle. The steps can’t ever be traced. Everything is happening too fast, and all at once. Billions of thoughts running through billions of minds. Hopes and dreams. Love and hate. It’s all part of the rhythm of life. Maybe there are many rhythms. What do I know. I’m just letting my thoughts out. Maybe they’re products of everything else I’ve thought up until now. “All that we are is a result of what we have thought.” Is that the case? It would seem like it’s more complicated than that, but we are creatures of habit after all. Thoughts… the rhythm of life. The external influences the external, and vice-versa. What is the internal though? We all have a private place inside our heads. It’s weird, isn’t it. Each brain is its own little world. What if we chose to stay inside it forever? Could the brain survive without external stimuli? Do we need other people? Again, just thoughts. Curiosities. Albert Einstein encouraged us to have ‘holy curiosity.’ I don’t know if he meant curiosity about holy things, but I would say all curiosity is holy. It keeps us going. Wondering is living. Wondering is the root of philosopher, and that’s why I’ll repeat something I said in a previous post, which is that as long as you wonder you are a philosopher. Life is philosophy. If religion were treated as philosophy there would be a lot less fanaticism surrounding it. Philosophy is a never-ending quest. It consists of eternally asking the eternal questions; asking them to ourselves, asking them to others, asking them to God, or to the universe. Questioning life and its structure. Its meaning. What even is all this? I don’t know. I’m just a person. Not even a writer. Just a person who decided to write, or type, these thoughts down rather than simply thinking them. I don’t know the exact consequences this decision will have on the external world, but I like the chaos and randomness of life, so I’m putting a little bit of myself out there. I hope there’s enough good in my mind for my thoughts to have a positive effect on whoever may read them. I know it’s more complex than that, and again… ideas mixing with other ideas have unpredictable results… but that’s just the way life works. The results could be both positive and negative, or they could be almost insignificant. Notice I said almost. Never completely insignificant. Every word. Every breath. Every glance. Every thought. Every emotion. Every feeling. Every moment. It’s all intertwined to everything else in a million different ways we could never perceive or even imagine. Very scary… but cool nonetheless.
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