I have so much on my mind. I am not sure where to start. When thoughts are a tangled ball of yarn how does one even begin to untangle them. How does one ball up the yarn into order where one doesn’t even know where an end of the string is. Is this metaphor unreliable because thoughts have no “ends” to their “string.” I have so much on my mind I do not even know the entirety of the content on my mind.
Where to start. I don’t know.
That point is my starting point.
I think the place to start is not necessarily as Maria would say with “ABCs” because even the alphabet is arbitrarily ordered. (Language is arbitrary and yet it is within the arbitrary meaning that all meaning is contained.) It’s not where one starts, but that one starts at all that has the value.
I think greatly and in depth about meaning, value, and ethics. I am obsessed with such concepts. I wish to find like minded people to spar my thoughts against to see what remains. I have a good ontological concept that has withstood my own scrutiny (and I am a viscous devils advocate when it comes to my own mind. I use to be my own bully but have not forged such logos into a champion.)
There was a time when I was content to simply have things sorted in my mind. That gave me the peace I needed to move forward. However, I am no longer content to have such thoughts remain in my mind. I wish to manifest them. This blog is a symptom of that.
Unfortunately, in my current social sphere, I do not have many people who have the ability or inclination to discuss ideas. The realization has been a shock to me as I literally sustain my soul on such topics. The fact that others do not see the value in such pursuits has perplexed and frustrated me. There are minds, of intelligence, that cannot abstract in such a manner. Who do not see the blatant archetypal patterns sewn into totality? Oh, those lovely fractaling patterns.
The realization has humbled me as well as liberated me. Though it has left me feeling alone. Though this, I know, is not the case. There are many minds who I enter through their writing or speeches that show me I am not unique in this matter: C.S. Lewis, Jordan B. Peterson, Lucy Maud Montgomery, whoever wrote Ecclesiastes, Terry Pratchett, Aristotle, Plato, and Lao Tsu. They have all gone down the same mental path, felt along the fractals, and been brave enough to share.
I love my literary friends, but I wish for some flesh and blood ones. Not those who necessarily agree, but wish to “move truth forward in conversation,” as Jordan Peterson would say. Or as Aristotle has said, “It is the mark of an educated mind to entertain a thought without accepting it.” I believe this wholeheartedly.
Great text! I relate very much to your experience in being stunned by the lack of activity in such topics of most of my peers. I believe this is largely due to the fact that I am still young; have only just started university and with that pursuing my true interests. My friends consist of people I was close to in school. Most of them never desired to discover such things. Im from Germany and 19 years old.
What is your background like? Where do you live, how old are you?
Ive only just stumbled across your blog; forgive me if you’ve given answers to these questions before.
Hi, Julius, it’s nice to meet you. I am from Japan, though I am American. I’m 32 years old and I am an English teacher. Germany has some amazing philosophers and I am working my way to Nietzsche and someday I will go to Germany as I have traced my ancestry there. I don’t speak German but am familiar with the linguistic ties to English. I hear it is a beautiful country. What are you studying at University?