Plato:
love a (divine) madness, a natural, if not wholly desirable, emotional imbalance.
Mary Wollstonecraft: In what does man's pre-eminence over the brute creation consist? The answer is as clear as that a half is less than the whole; in Reason. (The Vindication of the Rights of Women 1792)
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Plato gave the world the oldest remaining written account of Atlantis, in Critias, recorded circa 370 BC. By his account, Poseidon, god of the sea, sired five pairs of male twins with mortal women. Poseidon appointed the eldest of these sons, Atlas the Titan, ruler of his beautiful island domain.
Atlas became the personification of the mountains or pillars that held up the sky. Plato described Atlantis as a vast island-continent west of the mediterranean, surrounded by the Atlantic ocean. The Greek word Atlantis means the island of Atlas, just as the word Atlantic means the ocean of Atlas. Atlantis was governed in peace, was rich in commerce, was advanced in knowledge, and held dominion over the surrounding islands and continents.
By Plato's legend, the people of Atlantis became complacent and their leaders arrogant; in punishment the Gods destroyed Atlantis, flooding it and submerging the island in one day and night.
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Accounts of the abstract by the philospohers. Like Anand and I were talking about the other day. What is the self, the person, personhood?
What is purpose? Is there a general world purpose?
Most importantly, does any of this matter at all?
In trying to define ourselves, i said (with anand trying desperately to do a Hawking~ explain life as a constituition of numbers and figures emprically understood and quantifiable), we are putting a box un-necessary eveloping something that could otherwise be diverse and multiple.
It makes as much sense, anand, as a cow looking at another cow, trying to figure out what a cow is.
Importance being placed on the fact that, a cow looking at a cow, would explain rightly what a cow is from a cow's point of view, which wouldn't bring the true meaning of what a cow is to a cow.
The p.o.v is locked in a box ritual, making conversation and question irrelevant, and any number of arguments that can be derived from it irrelevant, inconsequential, serving no purpose bt occupy time.
And that is what asking questions is like sometimes. If u aren't ever going to arrive at the truth, the purpose, then why ask it at all. Cost-benefit analysis would conclude that it takes all the cost, gives no benefit~ ABORT.
And that is what i feel like now. Aborting questioning, because all the questions that i can ask are going to lead to no where. You know why? Because, in variance and supposed uniqueness u lost me. You lost me when u said, "you could use that time to come see me."
My time is mine. And if it were a simple matter of u spending time wit me baby, u would take wt u get and nt fuss. Because i'm always here, it's u that is rotating around. Blowing hot, blowing cold.
SO don't loose me like that. It's a bummer when you act so stupid. And i refuse to ask any more questions baby, on why u can't be perfect. Chances are, all i'm seeing in you are lines randomly scribled around your figure, your body shape when really, you are a perfectly drawn and executed straight line.
Just I hope, that you don't loose me like that.
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