YuHeng's blog

Life. Gombrowicz. part of why I’ve decided to follow this plan that I have. Part of why it is totally unrelated to philosophy, on the surface at least. See, the shades of shades, the effects around it, the paths that permeate rather than diverge; I don’t care where they’re fromI only care how one uses them. Well see, even that is a pretension. I do care, but I am only pretending–a lie, a deviation from truth–a formation of truth. I am forming my own truth, my own reality. I do not believe in a universal reality that everyone shares. I believe that everyone is unique, but seldom do they break out of their uniqueness and realize that they are in fact, ordinary, normal, abstract… boring. Or rather, that they have become boring. Seldom do people emerge upon nothingness to create something that they’ve never seen before, namely, uniqueness. Why am I unique. I know I am unique, but without consciousness of how so or why, one might as well stay unknown in the shadows of knowledge. I do not believe the people that I see, the faces that I see until I’ve figured out my own reality, otherwise they’re just subjects subjected to a confine of the limits of my limited reality. Why don’t I ripen before my husk of emptiness and emerge naked in the pale splendor of the sun, bathing in the undulation of warmth. How can I possibly absorb any sum of knowledge when my head is reduced to a single mass of nonsense, idea, and superfluous knowledge.