Dust that had created...


I took a brief glance through my last few entries, and realised that I seemed to be toning down on abstractness, and talking more on practical human to human interactions and probable stuff which concerns it. I guess it doesn't cut it to be dabbling with philosophy and other relevances now especially when I'm clear about what this world is really about. I guess its in a way... sad. There are the majestics like cosmologies, human actualitical existance, world-patternical-balances and the such that I could consider, and I'm sure it would have been interesting. But when you discover that the correctness you affirm contridicts with the othermons, it becomes slightly ridiculous and perhaps subtly forbidding to even enter such a twlight. Its not that its a temptation or anything. I doubt that I suppose a twitch to want the rush. I deman nothing of that sort. Rather, its a fasination that spured on not by a longing feeling but rather a soury tingle of the fasination in itself. It wouldn't be deemed to be interesting now, and while they appeal, I probaly would give more attention to the behaviour and response to the subject, instead of actually considering and being excited about the idea itself.
If, such an enlightenment did not occur to me in the first place, I do wonder if I would have been a good philosopher?
Heh. Humans love new ideas and concepts. And its not that hard to make (or assume) a Guru. 'Getting people to follow' has been divided by the extent of devotion and the necessity and relevance of the devotion, which depends on the class of the following. Of course, I refer to the spiritual realm. Interlinked are the political and whatnots, but lets ignore them. If a created concept were to be logical, feel right and/or somehow looks right, people can appreciate or acknowledge. And not only the new age stuff, or for that matter, solely religion. I refer to everything.
Philosophy and its branches are dependent on the stereotypical 'whats the meaning of life?'. Knowing the meaning, and yet still stepping back into the pool because of nostialga, because of that tingle, because of whatevers that humans cannot seem to explain properly, is seriously rather... non-sensical. (I had backspaced 'stupid') But if its going back to the water to swim abit even though you can fly, its not really a dumb thing when you can enjoy it, right? Well, the analogy itself is quite flawed anyway.
But the nostialga, is not in tune with its default defination that much. I don't miss the days of philosophying. Heck, its not as though I had any days of serious philosophying anyway. It was probaly just called 'growing up'. Like any weird childhood dream of their future ambitions children would have, I had my own unique one of sitting at a waterfall and talking about life. (In TV drama serials, my favourite characters were always the Old wise guys, especially wise old wizards) Then I found out the reality of school and life and all... And well, I found out another reality as well.
I suppose this is only a very mininal way of looking back. But as much as a small matter it may seem, I do believe it has proper authority and deserves to sit in as one of the big five of my Pentacase. My... rememberance..

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