11:12 1/12/11

This moment has passed and nothing can change that.  Moments such as this show up exclusively as being-for-us, but the human essence is vast and small, a paradox riddled with anxiety.  We hold grand festivals of understanding and wallow in ignorance as pigs in slop.  The technological discourse of instant communication has made these transfers between above and below not just possible but an integral part of the everyday.  Almost every principal derived from our interaction with sublime material and gross matter is characterized by individual experience, such that even the driest rhetoric, the most stale academic jargon, is coated in a thin veneer of fertile philosophy.  The character of these contents is for certain given a presence, then, in our own interpretation of the materials, the filtering borne of a general disquiet inherent to ontological query of any breadth or width, the presence of tradition insisting on a man who dwells inaccessible to the everyday to be flogged by the iniquity of the micromundane and macromonotony to the point that absurd notions of potions designed to destroy crop up, the life/death struggle quivers in anticipation, and spiritual napalm is extracted from what some would refer to as the collective soul of being, others a metaphysical life-essence trap.