I Have No Mind Of My Own

You know I really have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t really want to write right now. I just want to rest myself and get back with something new that no-one would find boring. Sadly, I’m not great at that.

Even these words as I read them again seem to make no sense. What is this post? Do you understand it?

I will hopefully have some good posts up next week! School’s out so I have a heap of time on my hands.

I’ll see you then (whenever then is). Please leave some post suggestions below!

The Universe Was Always A Lie

Dear Creator Being,

How big or how small.

I sometimes wonder if you happened at all.

But that’s beside the point, because really:

Are you brave and strong or fearful and weary?

Dear Creator Being,

How nice or how mean,

I sometimes wonder if you’ve never seen.

But that’s important, because really,

Are you dead from something that is very bleary?

Dear Creator Being,

How weird or how withered,

I sometimes wonder if you have delivered.

But that’s questionable, because really,

Are you scared of the thing that is nearly…

Here, Creator Being?

Are you scared of the end?

Scared of life turning around the bend?

Here Creator Being, where things stand high,

I think that the universe was always a lie.

Dear Creator Being,

At the end of it all,

Are we just an experiment,

And you get payed for the fall?

Kitty Jade @ 2018. All Rights Reserved.

The Universe Is A Lie | Poem and Reasoning

Dear Creator Being,

How big or how small.

I sometimes wonder if you happened at all.

But that’s beside the point, because really:

Are you brave and strong or fearful and weary?

Dear Creator Being,

How nice or how mean,

I sometimes wonder if you’ve never seen.

But that’s important, because really,

Are you dead from something that is very bleary?

Dear Creator Being,

How weird or how withered,

I sometimes wonder if you have delivered.

But that’s questionable, because really,

Are you scared of the thing that is nearly…

Here, Creator Being?

Are you scared of the end?

Scared of life turning around the bend?

Here Creator Being, where things stand high,

I think that the universe was always a lie.

Dear Creator Being,

At the end of it all,

Are we just an experiment,

And you get payed for the fall?

Kitty Jade @ 2018. All Rights Reserved.

My Mind Doesn’t Remember What Life Feels Like

Just sitting in my window, 

Thinking of things,

An idea in my head, 

Comes loose on it’s springs:

A fortune is a philosophy,

A world not giving democracy.

You can’t vote on what you like,

Nor reach your far foot hike.

Because you’ll fall,

That’s all.

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Just sitting on the bus,

Thinking of ways,

An idea in my head,

Loosely sways:

A fortune is a philosophy,

A world not giving democracy.

You can’t vote on what you like,

Nor reach your far foot hike.

Because you’ll fall,

That’s all.

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Just sitting on my bed,

Thinking of talk,

An idea in my head,

Begins to walk:

A fortune is a philosophy,

A world not giving democracy.

You can’t vote on what you like,

Nor reach your far foot hike.

Because you’ll fall,

That’s all.

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Kitty Jade @ 2018. All Rights Reserved.

Don’t Forget The Second World You’re Living In

Nothing is ever at right timing on this blog! But what is right timing? It leads us very nicely on to my post of today.

According to one of four Great Greek Philosophers, Plato’s theories on reality and mindset begin to look like this:

There are two regions; one region is the world of senses, about which we can only have approximate or incomplete knowledge by using our five (approximate and incomplete) senses. In this sensory world, ‘everything flows’ and nothing is permanent. Nothing in the sensory world is, there are only things that come to be and pass away.

The other region his Philosophy works by is the world of ideas, about which we can have true knowledge by using our reason. The world of ideas cannot be perceived by the senses, but the ideas (or forms) are eternal and immutable.

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According to Plato, man is a dual creature. We have a body that ‘flows’, is inseparably bound to the world of senses, and is subject to the same fate as everything else in the world – a soap-bubble, for example. All out senses are based in the body and are consequently unreliable. But we also have an immortal soul, and this soul is the realm of reason. And not being physical, the soul can survey the world of ideas.

A lot to throw at you just there! Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful weekend –

I’ll talk at you next week.