"Being and Nothingness"

Its a weird feeling to admit to yourself. Knowing that you really do share some similar qualities, feelings, and/or thoughts with someone or some people that you wish to categorize as "other." Its something I find myself fighting against on larger, national, regional, and global scales, but when they are your neighbors or just old friends, it becomes a lot easier to consider them alien to yourself. I'd like to take away their validity (as if I can do that) to be completely honest. In some aspects, I wish not to know them. I think somewhere, somehow down inside of myself I possess what could be called "coolness" or "realness" because when I look in the mirror its what I tell myself, but after looking at another's blog, I find that "the mirrors lie, those aren't my eyes." I only possess humanity. And so do they.

If I am really honest, which in most cases I'm not, then I will admit that I have gone through this before, only to lose interest in bettering myself. It is from that point that I forget what I just learned, and fall back into infancy, or something of the sort. Comma Splice.

So old friends, I think we may be more connected than you or I'd like to admit. You distance yourself from the world, living in a fictitious land of dreams you claim as your own - which inevitably perpetuates you perceived freedom, and I, well, I distance myself from your perceived freedoms only to perceive myself free in other ways. "I cannot be free to, without being free from." Looks like we are both chained.

Question: Does choosing to limit your freedom negate your true, acausal, personal freedoms? To be free to choose limitations would therefore presuppose you have negative, anti-deterministic freedoms. Okay, stop thinking.


1. I am alone now, at least for a few days. Dancing Goats and Arabic literature. Thoughts of you and questions that arise from myself. All in a day's work, or so they say. Fair enough.

2. I am willing to sacrifice much to wait this one out. I don't think I have anything worthy of that task. There is a mountain there, with clouds hung low. Dreams and visions are born. Watch me summit. Watch me rise. There is no god there. No, He is here...

I open my eyes and wait.