Eva Cybulska.
The Kantian categorical framework breaks down in psychosis, if only temporarily, and a regression to the pre-categorical mode of thinking is necessary to forge novel associations. Linking remote elements into new combinations is at the heart of the creative process (Mednick, 1962), with a “cognitive flux” as its essential precondition.
Wow. Just. Wow.
Poincare. Wtf.
So emails out.
Simone requests Nina Simone. Of course.
And this song. I always thought The Animals.
So I thought of this song.
Of course.
Couldn't paste. Imagine that. Funny how that happens.
The Book.
Anyway. I've done all I can.
FB User: This is a question more for the religious folk that are still in our group.
Cats exist in our world so this post incorporates existalism.
Now for the main question, every animal scientist acknowledges that sex for female cats actually hurts them, why would god make this so for innocent feline females? I cannot wrap my head around it.
[Sample survey answers, God is a dick, God allows free will, John Cena is God, other trumped up nonsense]
Me: I would disagree that such questions bore me in that I'm apathetic. I'm just apathetic to the way that this is presented. You could say "well the physics of reproduction necessitates it". It's like... if you're going to set up a science experiment where the variable you're trying to test has to do with friction (how far will x slide with respect to y, for example), would you then say "God sucks for requiring friction"? Whether you are an atheist or a theist, I would argue that your narrative comes across to me as unhelpful.
Wait... scielo. org. za??
... Padma Bridge ...
The very first breath. It's just logic.
There has to be a better way...
"Life is long and history is unforgiving."
Anomie. Cara.
The man with the khapsack is never lost. No matter whither he may stray, his food and shelter are right with him, and home is wherever he may choose to stop. -- Horace Kephart.
Good Don.H.end.
Other FB memory 6 years. Dosto in Quito. A week later. Funny how that happens.
Tomorrow they leave and I have some time to myself. Now that's insanity. Bruno's Grenade.
Elsies. Just as you come over the hill from the station. Potato sack Rasta. Luther Van Dross.
A moment.
Elsies. Now THAT was insanity. And I loved every minute of it.
Be careful what you wish for.
Some essays...
Fin. Cage diving.
Don't get me started, Stellen.
One crazy moment on the Metro from Fish Hoek. Imagine my life without. Van Dross out.
Don't you worry next door... Someone's got a plan for someone.
Maybe.
Yes. Hilbert. I remember. 0 and 4.
Anything else?
Just in case I'm asked later. The testament.
Data out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFy3FUYXYUE A warm bath. That's enough now. I do. Five minutes. And then 11PM. Say what you're doing. Or two seconds. Now Now.
I hope you will forgive me. One more minute. Geschwind autobiographical craziness.
Such is life. 11 it is. I had best say something.
Phones, I tell ya. When people say "I have my texts with you from ten years ago", I think "you missed out on a lot of crazy lost phone stories..." It's one of those things that really stabs your memory.
1103/04 I guess.
How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.
Soren Kierkegaard (Either/Or - Diapsalmata, 1843)
And we will wake up tomorrow, and we will try again. Day 1?
Scheherezade strikes!
And this: It is night: now do all leaping fountains speak louder. And my soul too is a leaping fountain.
It is night: only now do all songs of lovers awaken. And my soul too is the song of a lover.
Something unquenched, unquenchable, is in me that wants to speak out. A craving for love is in me, that itself speaks the language of love.
[...]
Withdrawing my hand when another hand already reaches out to it; hesitating, like the waterfall that hesitates even in its plunge – thus do I hunger after wickedness.
[...]
It is night: now do all leaping fountains speak louder. And my soul too is a leaping fountain ... (Nietzsche, 1883-85/1969, pp.129-130)
Closing remarks?
Isidore making space. 1134. 14-15:15-16 insula.
Just stop.
Garrett Morgan. Interesting. Malagasy slaves?
This Friday (today), I remember what I was doing last year on this Friday. Signing off from work.
One year exactly.
Schrodinger's insane butterfly never shows...
The tyrant dies and his rule is over. A martyr dies and his reign begins. -- S.K. Graham Bell.
Richard Philips. 45 years for a crime he didn't commit. What is reality like transporting 45 years into the future?
Michel Siffre: https://www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/30/foer_siffre.php
Phedre. Racine? No, Platon. 4-3 minutes to 1222. One hour conversation flips over 17 seconds later. But AM. Time of baby sweepstakes. 4400 g. Forceps.
Scheherezade again.
Feb 17 Wordle. Dre(a)[m]. Ch[a](s)[m]. [P][s][a][l][m]. Huh.
The end and the beginning.
And we will wake up tomorrow. I we will try again. Into ingawe.
Or something.
Interesting suggestion... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=op-tZE-aai4
Anyway... neopragmatism and whatever.
And this is how a chess player lives. Would that really have been my first choice? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKePHluyDvo
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