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    Journal: The Waves
    Mood: Fairly happy
    Sometimes I find I don't know what to do. So I ask, what should I do? And I even try sometimes to do what I should. But othertimes I recognise not knowing what to do is my gift, and so instead of knowing what to do, I explore. I find exploring rather than knowing to be relaxing, and revealing of the world around me. And as I explore I find pleasure and excitement, often rising to a peak, leaving me spent and relaxed. Exploring is a state of being and so I can explore anything anywhere. It is as though things are dying to reveal themselves to me. Today, Sunday, I explored the Farmers' and Craft Market. I was blown away by the beauty of craft on display, and became deeply excited by the almost infinite variety of beautiful craft objects. Of course I have a high response to stimulae, usually held in check by knowing what to do. But when I let go knowing and explore I become highly stimulated. I find the stimulation deeply satisfying and after I find it natural to enter a period of relaxation and recovery. And so I enter a wave motion, rising in excitement and pleasure, and then falling to relaxation and recovery. And this wave can be repeated like the waves on the ocean.

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    A general response to your journal.
    Waves high may subside if the sea is seen level.
    Question not the calm, answer not the shore.
    I too live at times with such a balanced ride, yet before the revelation of living, the undertow was real.
    There are days when drama is real,
    though nothing like before when the tragic currents had no function.
    You, to my own analogy, ride the waves.
    Me, to my own logic, recognize the ecosystem.
    Interchangeable parts seem to work in a line,
    and all of these gears work in tandem--

    Phantom lines become solid for I realize that there need not be a blueprint and golden ratio's seem minor in the key of the heart for they sing songs reflecting as though they are all diamond. Therefore wearing mine on my sleeve seems fruitless, instead I make sure it is carefully set and on display for less to bump into by accident.
    Accept the calm of said oceans and the eye of any storm may dissolve the turbulence before the winds become violent. Or hear the whispers in the wind and they may never need to pick up to begin with.
    Growth is by no degree a process that can be perfectly measured, and there is no such thing as being lost when happily engaged in exploration. Regardless of the stimulation for it's intrusion upon the senses it is more likely that the heart skips a beat to normalize said process. If the end of the day, is the continuation of that process, then the week may be glorious. And so can be weeks, months, years, a lifetime, or further.

    Calm is the tide that needs no levee, as wise is the heart that may sing the same refrain.
    | Posted on 2015-10-11 08:42:32 | by ShyOne - [ Reply to This ] -
    Firstly, let me just say that you'd be a great preacher (practitioner of this non-consensual trance business you keep going on about). Your idea that agency relies solely, or primarily, on print, is hogwash. Moreover, print and the interweb are two cuts of the same cloth; that is, they're both forms of media (mediums by which we convey information). The big difference, upgrade if you will, is that the latter is communicated (acquired, given, exchanged, etc.) more rapidly. In its advent, and I suppose to this day, the internet poses certain legal issues; these are, however, more rooted in the disparity of operational speed between the legal system and the internet. But like with all things, the law (justice) will catch up.

    In other words, this great mystical transition to which you seem to be eluding (in which, the individual is somehow sublimated?) is nonsensical as well.

    Second of all, of course non-consensual anything undermines agency. That isn't what I said. I said your idea of consent doesn't correspond with how consent is rationally defined within the foundation of agency (upon which liberalism is grounded). In other words, you have a problem with liberal society. Perhaps you adhere to a more socialist perception of the world. Perhaps you're a diehard libertarian. It doesn't matter. Compare apple and oranges and obviously you'll confess that one is somehow morally superior to the other. But the reason why your confession would hold no ground is because it can't really "make sense" in any traditional way. It essentially becomes a false comparison, or a strawman.

    If you have a problem with how consent is rationally defined in liberal terms, then by all means; it does, however, seem to hold as the dominant political theory of the day. And please don't tell me this is somehow an orchestration of the big corporation. Rent-seeking is present in many facets of american society just as it isn't present in many facets of other societies.

    The real divide and place in which liberal consent seems to falter the most relate to sex, rape culture, and other feminist/social topics. But these are, for the most part, related to gender inequities, which is a far more ubiquitous form of abuse in our society.

    Please understand that the reason why Bernays isn't taught as part of the standard curriculum is because it is so irrelevant. Sure, use it as a single example of a case in which critical thinking is useful -- but know that critical thinking is a part of the curriculum and far more essential. In my first year Philosophical thoughts class, one of the first essays we studied was Immanuel Kant's "What is Enlightenment?" The main message (sapere aude -- dare to know/think) was lost on most students who could barely dissect anything meaning from the 6-page long essay. So yes, I may concede that perhaps critical thought should be reinforced in the curriculum.

    And please, call me Marc. I adopted the moniker of Outlaw because in my youth, and in many ways to this day, I chose to apply a separate set of ethical standard to myself than my peers. A young romantic at heart, I could accept mediocrity from others but never myself. Nowadays I see the folly in this type of thinking, for the most part.
    | Posted on 2015-10-08 18:07:26 | by Outlaw - [ Reply to This ] -
    I think your idea of consent undermines the actual rational basis for agency in a liberal society.

    The reason why the government has given a free lease to advertising companies to basically say what they want as long as it isn't technically a lie is because we assume viewers have critical minds. Rob viewers of this assumption, or in a sense choice, and you're basically suggesting the government (or somebody) should be the deciding assembly as to what can and cannot be said/done.

    But I mean, in a certain world, I guess there's nothing wrong with that.
    | Posted on 2015-10-05 05:03:22 | by Outlaw - [ Reply to This ] -
    Right you are, at least, in my opinion.
    | Posted on 2015-10-04 15:02:06 | by lori_tab - [ Reply to This ] -
    Also I meant thinking on purpose more than the contrast to subconscious.
    | Posted on 2015-09-29 08:05:56 | by lori_tab - [ Reply to This ] -
    Ah I see, more so in context with your poem...as you stated obviously we can be misinformed about reality due to sheer ignorance.
    | Posted on 2015-09-29 08:05:03 | by lori_tab - [ Reply to This ] -

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