Friday, 5 June 2009
the ism of it all
the intellect outweighs the emotion. why?
i think therefore i am.
why do we create?
for the joy of it?
to be clever?
does one defeat the other?
does being so intelligent destroy the very thing we are?
O V E R
to make a subtle point.
a point. a dot.
random particles of natures whim.
oh, the highest member in the food chain for sure
(that, by the way, isn't a question)
do we need to be intelligent to know life sucks?
do we need to intellectualise all that we do?
does there have to be a reason behind everything that i do?
if i am anything it is a random IST.
kissed and destroy
no reason. i just am.
maybe. i guess.
but then again why cannot art encompass a multitude of different styles and approaches from the cerebral to the belly born intuitive?
obvious beyond expression why the is absurdist’s some what do they do.
it makes sense of nothing rational because the sense they whittle with their absurdist wit doesn't exist.
there is no sense.
we try to make sense in the same way we try manufacture gods.
everything is random with occasional bits of logic thrown in. cat eats mouse to live. cat gets micro waved by children, placed in plastic bag and put into concrete foundations of new high rise block.
and under the land mass we, odd creatures called human (a self made label if ever there was), have named as AMERICA sits the mother of all volcanoes.
it will go off.
it won't go off.
the human race will die.
at the end of the day, all of this, all we create, all we think about, all we discuss, mull over, argue, fight about, vegetate over will go.
and the random acts of creation go on but without us monkeys.
the question repeats.
but questions always do don't they?
but do we really care?
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