alt. title: when thought turned itself into laziness / "thinking": intellectual-dishonesty.
the parameters of objectionable reflection,
once conjured by thought -
and cemented into objects rather than
turns of conversation (subject) -
can hardly be put back into
the "pandora's box" of nothing / vacuum;
of all the faculties -
thought being the supposedly most
"lazy", has this ever-present feel about it:
ever-persistent -
almost reaching toward a godly status -
omni- temporum, tempus, aevum...
no cry of hope for an constricted space
that infinitely exploded to reveal
the god and the throne of thrones that's
a toilet...
most men make thought the pursuit
of idleness... or the last refrain of
old, bearded men...
thought is minded as a laziness -
a typo of some form of madness...
so much "apparent" escapism into thinking:
and yet: so little thinking is apparent...
thought: the gem in a crown -
yet so much of it is squandered -
so much of it remains a beacon for
"dialectics" - when in fact it attracts bothersome
flies, or a body riddle with heat: mosquitos...
why is there this dichotomy of
what thinking can, and ought to be:
akin to having a body that can walk through
walls, and relieve the world of
any interaction, bypassing it on a pair of
socks without shoes to aid the loss of
footsteps in echo...
how can one aim of thought remain intact
in systems, the sort of grid of red amber green
in the argumentative sphere?
the winding word, and then
the great fire of edinbrugh of 1824, that probably
gave birth to *new town: as the grid work
for new york...
but for those who do not take
thinking serious, that it might become an
"occupation" with the genesis the greeks -
is it lazy to think?
it's lazy to think when there's no
point in thinking about what ought to come
by intuition alone...
but when intuition stages a rebellious
invitation of theological argumentation -
for no apparent, or therefore clear reason to base
argument without any other investigation
as the "investigation" of mere thought?
well... so much easier to think
of a thinker as the epitome of the docile zoo
specimen akin to a chimp...
if only people managed
to pull-down the niqab-of-television, and employ
a few people to live among the zoological specimen...
i'd like that...
what are psychologists hiding?
proto-******?
or simply a permanent
investigation of the death-penalty
bound to a zoological enclosure of humans
alongside this constant fudge-dimension
of time...
i can hardly appreciate the enlightement
before i'm thrown back into either
the caves or the jungle...
first you're told to think,
then you're told to not think...
i can't understand this feminine
dynamism with regards to thinking -
it's either considered the supreme
achievement... or the ultimate white-flag
moment of enterprise:
repeat that cartesian phrase for me, dear, please?
cogito ergo inertia:
i think therefore i'm "lazy"...
what a beautiful conclusion
to the history of cartesian thinking...
with that sentence? it's dead:
not even heidegger with his dasein can save
thought from "modern" man,
who simply concluded (as above) -
cogito ergo inertia.
