Give me the time for advice, give me the trust to talk. I sat on a bench, waiting for journalism to start when I wrote a reflection that makes some sense, but since it's my logic it makes no sense so bear with me. If you disagree with me, don't make it public. If you do, please comment.
I think. I think and mold my thoughts. Unsure bullshit is exactly what I think. Every word has a sting but humor can turn the sting into puns and metaphors will hide the sting, while talking in the third person gets rid of it almost entirely. I don't use humor in my writing for that is not what I aim for. I aim for a story to be told, so if anything is funny: it is accidental, purely.
I have problems. Why would anyone want to talk to me? Why would anyone stop me in the street to talk to me? Who cares about my problems? No one. Oh sure, one can pretend to care but you don't and I would never suspect anyone to. I am one out what 3-4 billion on a small rock, floating around a small star, in a small galaxy which is one out of trillions. Nothing we do is really pointless, which is why we must make our passions and stories and lives have a point. Our mere disagreements, our wars, our conflicts, our joy, our honor, our treaties are completely worthless, but yet we do it anyway. Our beliefs are not as important as we think. I question a great being randomly choosing one rock with enough people for two planets, yes I think we are over populating and it's never going to end...ever.
Many of us dream that shall be some alien planet like ours to supply us, so we can keep Earth's life on that planet. However, I do not think that we deserve another planet considering we treating ours like trash and expect it to magically rejuvenate, after taking and killing the young. Right...whatever. We act like we don't care about the past or the future. Ah, the past. The past is riddled with humans constantly forgetting the past as generations. Individuals, well I'm going to quote a character on Covert Affairs, the character,'Auggie' said, "Every step forward begins with a firmly planted foot in the past." But we forget history without a single hestination and that is why we do it all over again, thank you politics.
Do you know the problem with the spoken word? It's not recorded. Sure, we can record it or even write down every single thing we said but we won't and cannot. So the words that are never said shall go on in our heads until we forget, that is. Even if one records a speech, can one guarantee that speech wasn't edited beforehand? And if we record a speech, what is that purpose? The purpose is to take what we want others to hear and aim it at our audience to sway and woo them to our side, to our own biased opinion.
Every piece of news is edited and is biased, no matter how objective the journalist tries to be. No fact or opinion is objective because it is made by humans. Facts like the definition of "planet" constantly change. Therefore both opinion and fact is not reliable, nothing said can be relied on. Objectiveness and perfection are merely goals, goals that are impossible to reach. (Objective, subjective, perfection, normal, plausible, impossible, merely, extremely are all words for opinions.) If there are no facts, that would mean our endless search for truth cannot be reached. If truth does not exist in this galaxy or universe, I'll stick to fiction and fantasy because unlike nonfiction, they do not proclaim to be opinions or facts, they are only dreams. I'll continue to use puns, metaphors, and third person in my speech. If truth doesn't exist, then what does and what becomes of trust? I am sorry but I have no answers to those questions and I'll bet there are few who do. I ask only that you ponder this and I thank you for not tuning out, or leaving or skipping to the next blog.
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