The world is a complicated place. After five years of schizophrenia, I have had the good fortune of returning to sanity. This apparently rare event.
The experience of schizophrenia is a linguistic experience. It is an experience related to eye-opening trauma. Does trauma reveal certain language-phenomena?
It is surprising the depth of the subconscious actor.
It is apparently possible to revisit a simple symbol and see four or five interpretations. Perhaps the interpretation of difference.
People are surprisingly patient. It is a matter of preference returning to sanity that it should contain certain realistical elements.
Why are these elements present? Are they serious?
It is quite natural to see the world as a Christmas train set in which the actors are unduely perturbed by outside motion. Why should certain strictures be applied? Should they be applied?
It is not in practice a question of intelligence. It is a question of certain expedience.
Realistic society has this structure. It is not a fair structure. It is a language-structure. Is it appealing to return to a world in which 90% of proposition is "insurance language". Why can we not simply have fun?
Whatever the answers are they are not forthcoming. Yet it seems for one reason or another we cannot simply have fun.
It is not enticing to face a world which is largely nonsense. But it is apparently even less enticing to face a world that makes sense. Indeed being not a conservative by nature there are many enticing possibilities but that we are not enabled to enjoy.
It is sometimes small wonder that simple superstitions arise. On the other hand it is at other times completely apparent why the superstitions arise.
I find connecting to people rewarding enough to put up with their structured way of speech-thought, figuring out why you decide for one plain of thought or the other might help you too.
The world is a funny place.* And you can still just have fun, even when communicating within the borders of reason. Just don't be too ostentatious about it and you will be fine. ;-)
(* Muhahaha, 5-or-what-ever years of having my signature finally paid off! Btw, this was what Artosis said in one of the first GSL SC2 casts)
On September 23 2016 18:48 GornWood wrote: Isn't cryptic language a symptom of schizophrenia ? I can't grasp the message your trying to deliver here. :/
no one in Led Zeppelin is schizophrenic.
notice this is the 6th post in this thread. its my 6th year on TL.Net and we are 6 days away from the anniversary of the debut of the N64 in North America
ya but I'm surprised u really think buddy rich is better than gene krupa. we can see krupa goes second in the video but that doesn't make him a more successful drummer. there's so much excitement in big band.
On September 23 2016 18:36 solidbebe wrote: You speak in very cryptic language. What is your point exactly?
It is easy enough to intone there is no point. There isn't. The only point one can surmise, if one is to use this appellation, is that we are free to make our own point. We are making a point with every proposition. That is what I would guess. A blanket acknowledgement of pointlessness is only becoming insofar as it is appealing to one's hedonistic disagreement. An apparently concise description of relative merit is enough to secure some stability in society. But looking from the inside it is usually enough to avow oneself of thoroughly considered sentiment and thusly to abrogate a hearty longfelt intoxication called fitting in. We are always fitting in. There is no sleeving listlessness concealing darker illusion like a perturbation of malingering doubt. We are always part of the group.
and as we wind on down the road our shadows taller than our souls there walks a lady we all know who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold and if you listen very hard the truth will come to you at last
Stairway to Heaven : a song about a songbird who is singing a song
here is the greatest line in the history of rock music.. " in a tree by the brook there is a song bird who sings `sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven..` " ...
On September 24 2016 12:53 imgbaby wrote: and as we wind on down the road our shadows taller than our souls there walks a lady we all know who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold and if you listen very hard the truth will come to you at last
ya sometimes i get these weird vision from Aleister Crowley about jimi Hendrix. like he bound all these races together top to bottom to top and Hendrix personified the winds of change. he was like this helpless puppet in Crowley's scheme for all his great vocal power and guitar virtuosoism. his only real gift was inverting the moon and sun, transforming us all into hydraz. Crowley was the real architect, manifesting the race's destinies and introcoverting the very species itself. you can see the genius in documentaries about the great architect whose designs with mescaline in the African deserts merged the peoples of the lower plains with the natives. He brought forth a master race in Hendrix like the world had never only to tear it down and construct an edifice of his own image superior in shape form and dimension. It was only in Hendrix that the world could be brought low and at his feet Zeppelin were nothing but castles of sand.
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