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Thursday, March 25, 2004
 
thoughts from the bus ride

mayb i shoudn't judge someone based on how i perceive things to be. they might be a totally different reality for the person i'm judging. reality is like a prism. where what i see is never exactly the same as what the person on the other side of the spectrum sees. it's all about subjectivity. what i perceive to be wrong could very well be seen as the only right way for another. but what if our jedgementalism is based on a practical analysis? well, there are always two sides to the surfaces aren't there? and 4 sides to a square, and 6 to a cube, which is very much like a square, except with an added dimension.

why do we judge?
because we are scared. we are afraid of what we do not know and we try to evaluate things we see even before we are able to experience it. we want only what is seem to fit into our comfort zone, and whatever doesn't, we reject. it's a basic human defence mechanism, to protect ourselves from bring hurt, feeling alien, being vulnerable

analyses can go either way. no one is right or wrong, and the philosophers, theologians and theorists all have theor own valid points of views. everyone is a theorist in their own right

do i save me from myself? or do i save me from the machinations of the complexity of the outside world?

what happens when you introduce a hoard of peonies to a garden with a solitary lily? does the lily get drowned out? is variety added to the garden? will the nutrients get all absorbed by the peonies and slowly usurp the lily which becomes one at the bottom of the roots of the peonies? only time can tell

 

 
   
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