It is really absurd if absurdity is itself not defined as being absurd in the first place. For how to arrive at a more complex application of the term begins with the basic notion of what the word represents. Just as one thinker in the Middle Ages said that all interpretation begins with the literal sense, so it is in this process that we can truly arrive at what the word originally means. - July 4, 2015.
Why such a nagging feeling that never goes away? I don't believe it lies in the gut, but in the upper recesses of the body - in the seat of the modes of thoughts, in the area where such things ought to exist and has its locus for life. It keeps on coming even when others which lie outside it would like to surpass it, exceed it, or unseat it. But this feeling does not go away, for it has a way of its own, where no one knows how. It knows me more than I know it, for it came before I came and it exists before I. It knows its ways when nobody knew it first. It is not foreign to anyone, for anyone has a knack of knowing its own claims. Everyone has a blood of it, which goes right to the heart, where the thinking has a depth that the mind is so weakly trying in the grips. Why? Only the mind knows its faults and its fragility before the face of its claims. It cannot face up to the standard of this IT. No matter the mind evades from its pervading eyes, it only shuns its own self, for it is it who is the fount - the key where to exist exists. - June 24. 2015.