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    --Elite Writer
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    Name: Marc
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    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01KVhyBNPDw

    I'm actually in awe of movie and show scoring, or more particularly the people who do it. Daily, casual music for the sake of expression always dances around the paradox of being so relevant and irrelevant. It always makes sense right now, because this moment in history is its only plausible context. A context which invariably and quickly becomes lost.

    The grand imagination it must take. Movies kind of solve that problem, and in it music doesn't have to deal with all of this nonsense. It just has to focus on what makes us human, and how to tell that human side of us a story.

    Just to be clear, with things like Dumbo, the music sinks into and supports the story. With things like frozen, the dialogue is just emboldened, but the music often comes at the price of story pacing. I've always hated musicals.


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    Well, I've made no indication that lying is exclusively wrong - I don't differentiate between wrong and right at all; It's just a matter of the lie being a product of negativity, though admittedly I'm not so sure. My mind feels raw in my skull, as if it's falling away from the physical world. This bud was heavy, I feel kinda numb...That's the sincere definition for it.
    If lying is not circumstantial, then what is it ensued by? Self-interest as in putting yourself as superior to others. The golden rule can either stand alone or stand in the corner of religious teachings; one ignored and highly unrecognized by a person's impulses and drives in life. It's departing from one perspective and entering all others as an act of living, not for something in return. It isn't for an object, and not as a sacrifice - And I'm not telling you to act this way, I'm simply pointing out that there are three fields of energy that cause reactions and three fields of life where the physical body marries the mind and the mind marries one consciousness.
    I must be missing something, but I never personificated life, I simply gave it incentive to become - But about that later. Really, its initial context used in the passage was an object for analysis, not to encase it with some divine arch.

    I literally live by my own religion that I've compiled throughout the past couple years - subconsciously, that is.
    Anyway, how did we get here??? Along the way I sort of lost my point.

    That happens frequently.
    | Posted on 2016-05-07 18:33:18 | by MyPeriodical - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    It isn't difficult to figure out the purpose for something - specifically a tool such as lying, but it does take a rational person to ask "Why?" and why exactly would anyone care to build something over a dishonest foundation? To get away with it, to make it bigger and better, or just to spite someone else. Another unequivocal factor to this is that many are foolish enough to surrender to falsities, but that's another conversation for another time.
    Yes, in some cases, I'll agree that maneuvering around the truth has benefited even the virtuous, but if it weren't for someone else's negation, there'd be no need to lie at all. Lying is not static behavior to humans, it's choice, and this revolves around a person's peers and desires. It's spectacularly brilliant that we're able to ascertain the similarities between man and animal; that fine line between instinct and ration, but what proves man's superiority when we constantly try to escape the reality in which we rule? Our creations represent their ultimate purpose, and I had never seen something so beautiful as the Taj Mahal, and never something so overpowering as Notre Dame, but even their individual aesthetics have lived much longer than the concepts they were built upon. With this being said, would you say that the point is moot? If life is prosperous and unending, why not let live a prosperous truth? In the end, all things full of self are...Well, selfish, and it's only because of selfishness that life is unfair.

    It seems we seek opposing knowledge, as I only care to learn what only I will see, in hopes that I carry it with me for lives to come. I only ask questions that a small group of people know the answer to (I thank any and all gods for Quora), and many of them blow a damn gasket at the slightest inquiry made by the layman, but I understand why. It isn't the task of understanding something from one's POV, it's literally putting yourself in their shoes - wearing a person's skin and figuring out why. Once a person has felt, seen, and met a certain number of people, then proceeded to relate to them with not an ounce of empathy left over, it isn't hard to reason.

    Why does a person act that way? Moreover, why do I act this way? What does one have to do with the other?

    I've always had a tough time with sharing and talking to others, which may have amounted to that aggressive attitude I keep coming back to. I've often wondered if it's that I deem myself to be some exclusive, high-end product with a LIMITED TIME ONLY! tag clipped to my sleeve, but I digress for the time being.
    I just blame society and all its distractions - Being what initially started up this conversation.

    How would you measure the value of something intangible? I can see what a person doesn't know, but how do I see what they do know? Many classmates of mine learn by using the senses that I often neglect ( i . e . listening), but because I know how to devise a shortcut by working backwards in order to solve a formula for linear recursion, could they do the same as I do? The reason why I think not is because their ways of solving things and doing things are no less significant than mine.

    "friends are just friends because they're useful to us in some way", in some way of some way, I think you're right, but familiarity isn't exactly equivalent to comfort (referring to the purpose most people find in friendships: relation, likeliness - someone who reminds me of me). Love, but true in its essence - free from chemical interference - I'd say, is worth all the time in the world, but I've never felt this kind of love for a person once after that time's been spent. It's after time, and change - though we do not change - that I'd say love loses itself; scattered throughout our lives like fractions do to our impression of time. This doesn't mean I haven't loved in any other form, however, and it's because that, that I can understand ulterior motives.
    I'd say friendship, under the context of love, is subjective in itself - Perhaps love, in general, is subjective. Everything else is just passing time.

    As the saying goes, "Most people worry about their own bellies and other people's souls when we all ought to worry about our own souls and other people's bellies" (Israel Salanter), and I rather fancy sticking to that idea.
    | Posted on 2016-05-04 14:51:13 | by MyPeriodical - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    I don't trust at all, but I make logical decisions. I don't treat things like they're all about me - I make sure to take the circumstances into consideration. Now, where would we be if we pledged to make that sort of consideration on a day-to-day basis?

    Oh, but I never did say that I scrutinize the system because I scrutinize the people - In fact, I'd argue the contrary. I remember not to take take things personally and I certainly wouldn't long to waste my time with fleeting relationships - Only because there's so little time and, alas, few people to engage with by choice.

    The following is my personal perspective of things - Hypocritical seeing as I so desperately destine to lose my self, but hear me out.
    If we could all remember that there is no issue, I wonder if we could simply remember that it's the idea of one that throws reality into disarray. Time works with our decisions, and I firmly believe that if this were both an educated and wide-spread practice, a capitalist democracy could work.
    But there are people without this ability and, unfortunately, greed is the primary corruption of all systems. As of now. Some days, I'd propose there's been major progression.

    Perhaps you'd say I have trust-issues...That, at least, would be your conclusion if I were to continue.
    | Posted on 2016-05-03 18:17:50 | by MyPeriodical - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Thanks for the thanks, Marc. It's not only your poetry that is classy.

    Lloyd
    | Posted on 2016-05-02 08:26:27 | by Blue Monk - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Sorry to hear about your dad Marc. I actually got to introduce my grandmother to my first wife. I understand that feeling.
    | Posted on 2016-04-30 23:08:15 | by monad - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    In the end, I don't really see a point to anything, but that's subjective at best.

    Really, it disturbs me to be at the point where certain sorts of practiced skill can only be defined by one's nation and one's government - Printed documentation casting this delusion that every individual marks a country's history, when really it's just a matter of tidiness and control.

    Not that I'm anti-institutionalist, but I have my days.

    And who knows? We may be growing out of this standard of specialization, as History only shows itself when it's behind us.
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