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One of the things I do sporadically is compile and annotate my writings from earlier years. I never kept a diary per se, just a 'book of thoughts' that I scribbled into every time I thought of something I wanted to remember. So I've got a book full of the philosophisings of a precocious teenager. Woo yay!
And now I subject you to an entry. 8^)
The child is born, and the comfort of its previous existence is shattered by the freezing cold of outside.
Suddenly the idea of separateness is thrust upon it. The universe is against its existence, and so it separates that which it has control of and calls it "I". Bundling this idea tightly around itself, life becomes simpler. Protect the self at all costs.
(Well, maybe that's just a little dramatised.)
Anyway, it is not until later in life, sometimes not at all, that one realises that "I" is just an idea. Pitting yourself against the universe is not the route to happiness. You must accept the universe as it is and your place in it.
They you must do only as you are compelled to do. Therein lies peace, and within it, happiness.
Hee. Not bad ideas; just infuriatingly vague and hand-wavy. (And in annoyingly over-decorated language.) If anyone shows interest, I might post some current thoughts on the same subject, for contrast. Not that I'm promising anything too wise and/or mind-altering, mind you. In any case, not today, 'cause I'm tired. 8^P
P.S. Back in E'nbruh.
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And this wasn't at all related to my utter inability to communicate information, oh no.