Harbal wrote: ↑Mon Jul 25, 2022 9:08 pm
Is there anything worse than a person who is "passionate" about something?
Perhaps, a worser person.
It used to be that the Passionate People were attracted to America. It’s probably still the same, seeing as how many folks are risking life and limb to illegally flood the Southern border of the U.S. after paying the human traffickers currently encouraged by the Brandon administration, and seeing the level of cynicism pointed at the U.S. by folks who got left behind.
If the year was right, and if Shakespeare was stupid enough to piss off the king instead of impress him so much that the king became the hand of God and got the Bible written, then Shakespeare probably would have also taken the high road and caught a freighter to “Merica.
Because of lost wrasslin’ bouts with comprehension of the perfectly obvious in a world of words, a passion for words is not passion but rather, the best adaptation to the world that is, and the world that is here and now, is words. It requires a respect for words.
The best adaptation to survive, that’s right, survive, the physical debilitation of unfiltered empathy has yet to be explained in the proper way, although it could very well be universal to the symptoms of true unfiltered empathy experienced by everyone, which is not to say that everyone experiences true, unfiltered empathy. It’s only made possible by removing all delusional filters the work upon apprehension, and that removal has physical effects, and is not set right by will or choice, only intent and need. Such empathy loses distinguishing limitations, until new filters have been put in place by a need for locomotion, and a need for accurate movement in three-dimensional space.
I think with reasons that surprisingly enough might be perceived as valid reasons by everyone if not erroneously perceived by some as irrelevant, or erroneously perceived by some as not immediate, that the best adaptation in the world of words is the yoking of word music to meaning, such as the in olden days of the oral tradition that found writing to be too limited for human understanding, although there were those who insisted upon giving it a good go and things got written down just so rather than say mañana.
Passion puts the music of the words to the meaning, yes indeed it does, and through an alchemy that has been made invisible only through neglect of attention that makes it effortless and allows for the truth to simultaneously shine and shine self-protected. Passion puts the words into the blood, into the mind, and it joins with meaning to shape words into thoughts until one effortlessly plays with clusters of concepts such as passion and plays appreciation of the sounds sparked by beauty, and plays with understanding of that which grunts. Of course you know of the freedom, poor corporate man of the hive, if that be silent you or one who can only squeak out a sentence or two, so worried what the world might think.
What is the conceptual theme that is root of all this music?
I think, therefore I continue to Live.
