Sunday, April 26, 2015

All Too True Altruism?

      Good evening folks! Hope all is well in the life department. Tonight is gentle and breezy with a high chance of contentedness. I'm settling in with a dose of tangible serenity and a balanced temperament. The air is calm and the night is warm. Beautiful writing weather, indeed. (Before you start reading, I'll add in parentheses that the reason I often put certain words inside of quotation marks is because these words have different meaning for different readers, and since I aim to write for a general audience I want each individual to get the most out of my writing as possible) 
      I find the subject of altruism to be highly intriguing and one of undeniable relevance to matters concerning the whole of society and all general things. In a book I read recently, I came across an interesting concept that introduced a whole new way of thinking about altruism and the individual's perspective of "everyone else." Most conversations I have had so far in my "young" life related to altruism have been simply surface speculation and depthless debate, but I would like to go a bit deeper than that in the privacy of my own blog. Here is the quote I was speaking of directly from the book--
     "You would die because altruism is an egotist's crowning glory, and you're a deeply egotistical man. Nothing appeals more to a man's self-importance than martyrdom, and you've always had a very high sense of your own self-importance." 
     I have heard this sort of argument against the genuineness of altruism in different forms by pessimists in my life, just never in this eloquent of a structure. I do not believe we are all inherently good, but I don't believe we are inherently bad, either. I believe we are both because they both exist in the consistency of their truest forms. This statement from this book immediately arouses debate in my mind. First of all, if this sort of claim about "goodness" was in fact verifiable, wouldn't it be acceptable for the idea of martyrdom to cause feelings of elation and an elevated sense of self-worth? Would some of us crave martyrdom for the simple display of our "goodness" to the rest of the world? It doesn't seem logical for feelings of self-importance to automatically be associated with selfishness, after all don't we promote these feelings as necessary to live a "happy" life? And then when we experience these feelings, we are deemed conceited or a person flawed with a superiority complex. Perhaps some of us are convinced that a portrayal of innate benevolence would simply reveal us as we truly are--miraculous constructs of seemingly contained energy that is designed for the renewal and maintenance of other energies, including that of our host planet and all of its biological products. 
      Is a desire for martyrdom permissible so that others see the release of a pained yearning that dwells inside the hearts of the truly brave? I believe that it is permissible. If someone selfishly, selflessly gives themselves away for the good of others, then I see it as the opposite of vanity- vanity's opposite being of humble origin, the result of the unpredictable yet predictable galactic marriage of chaos and order. A person is capable of taking a life due to a completely selfish pretense; it would only make sense for a person to be capable of giving their life because of a fundamental lack of "self-importance." 
      I would argue for the evolutionary side of the debate about altruism also but I feel that side is more easily proved yay than nay. Anyway, I suppose that's enough for us all to chew on tonight and I look forward to more chatting and RaMbLinG as always. :)                  -Gnight folks!

Monday, April 20, 2015


Hope everyone is well tonight! (or day depending on where you are in the world.) Soo I want to get some of my stuff out there that I have written recently in a notepad on a jaunt or another such venture. Thanks for reading in advance :) Here comes randomness in many forms of the written English language. Keep in mind also that most of my writing is done in different accents, I only write as I hear the words spoken in my head, in whatever way they are spoken in.

"Trajectories of a broken past life shoot through my present like a million tiny arrows, nearly translucent images make themselves known in the back of my mind, barely detected but not entirely apparent. Here, the battle begins."

"Self-prep Talk" 
     "Resilience. Determination. Humor. The ability to keep ya wits about ya. These are all the things ya gotta have to make it in this world. To get a ticket to ride, ya gotta earn ya seat. To flow with the dojo ya gotta create ya own mojo. The majority, they're the ones ya gotta impress. Takin' steps to deal with that stress. Ignore the tension. Swim through the red tape, navigate the given landscape. Go ahead and tear down those dilapidated structures; build upon them anew eh? I admit, these old eyes are delighted to witness the ingenuity of some."

"Life is pretty much nothing but a serious of challenges that all have one common element-to be a fiend or not to exist as such? To not be fiendish, once having tasted, is a spectacular conquering in and of itself, my friend."

RAW-written whilst having a nice seat on a warm bench in a park by a lake I had biked to
"I lovingly caress this page with my words. I take into account all things. I want to sit on a mountain for days in silence, with nothing but the sounds of nature blessing my ear with sweet nurturings. Noise pollution. Yek. My mind is my sanctuary. There, I can run and hide and be safe. Just as I have done time and time again. This life is one I have CREATED for myself. Noone will slow my momentum. My most dangerous adversary is indeed myself. The inertia, however, is innate in me. It is written in my DNA to forget and to flourish. The sun lightly lays a hand on my back and reassures me. It is an absolutely wonderful and strange planet we live on. Noone will take this time of discovery away from me, not even my mother and father. NOT. ANYMORE.
Used to feel so much turmoil. So much hate. For now it is successfully stored away. Put in a box inside me and tucked underneath my lungs. At this moment, everything is bliss. For now, all bad things are cast away. I choose what goes in my cast-iron trap of a mind. I. CHOOSE. And most importantly, I love. I see. I know. I look forward to the undoubted recycling of my essence throughout this incredible multiverse."

This little quote I might dub something like- "Aspirations of the Robust Kind"
      "I attempt to adhere to the codes and guidelines my higher self has rendered necessary to adhere to. I grasp for the shreds of light and ultimate design I know to be present in my perspective existence. 2015? The year of preparation indeed? I do believe so my friends, I do believe so."

Okay folks well tis all for now, thank you so much for reading my silliness. :D