Motion makes us change location and position, which demonstrates
our physical existence within time.  But what about thoughts?  Sure
they come and go, but is a single thought that one may be thinking of
really, because it is an abstract concept, eternal?  For in my view,
people do not think in language initially, but translate their logicals
strands of thought into words only after they think them. 
Thus, I think that thoughts transcend languages so that two people from
different speaking cultures can think the same thought, although they
might express it differently in words.  And does this imply
that thoughts are eternal in nature?  If I think a thought that I had
already thought of before, it seems to have the same quiddity as it did
the first time.  Thus, it seems the thought is essential in its own
nature, and therefore has a static, unchanging essence.  Thoughts are when the mind touches eternity.

If you could see everyone's thoughts for a day, would you?

You know how in all the great adventure stories that include woods there's always the one creature that lives in a tree?  I somewhat want to be that creature.  The main group of travelers always enters the woods on their quest, and eventually run into the old man or creature that lives in the tree.  He is friendly and has an idyllic earthen house that he shelters them in.  While they eat his pourage by the fire, he explains the dark mystery that has lived in the woods and tells them the next piece of the information they had needed to know.  So I think I'll go find a good thick wood, build a house into a mound or tree, stock it with a bunch of old books with riddles about the woods in them, and then wait for the adventurers to run into me on their desperate quest.  Should be jolly.

If you think that the world is a place where all humans are set into motion on a course set for eternity, and yet are sinful, how could you not also think that redemption of their cursed bodies, the salvation of their decrepit souls, would not also be the greatest struggle?

It is unimaginable to us that we live away from civilisation, in solitude, as a monk would.  And yet, our culture is increasingly designing itself into a place where isolation becomes all but too easy.  Nowadays, in a world where we live in compact cities with booming populations, being around people has been pushed to the point of having to be a conscientious decision.  Far removed from the community centered culture of our ancestors, computers, mp3 players, television, and cell phones make being around people something we must choose to do.  We don't need to.  There's blogging, jamming, watching TV, and texting instead of actually being with other people.  Though we fear the frustrating thought of solitude, we fail to see we are already embracing it more and more everyday. 

I like to read books that were written by people that could have never even conceived that I would ever be reading it.  The old books, the ones from another time, another place, rather than ones written with a person like me reading it in mind.

What is the difference?  Should I care more about one or the other?  If in jail, would I care to hear in depth about either of their terms?

(Answers: nothing, no, no)

Bonus Question:  Why does everyone else care?

(Answer:  I am not so creative as to be able to conjure a possible anwer to this question.) 

Joe's Ending Crossword:

Philip's:

David's:

It gets pretty hard with only three people.  At the end I had one piece left, and Joe only had one or two, but we still had to make major revisions to accomodate every single letter.  Tell ya what, speed scrabble can get intense. 

Happy scrabblin'!

Just to let everyone know, I don't think marriage is like boxing.  Recently I went to a wedding and thought to myself during the wedding that the beginning of marriage looked like a boxing match.   The fact that spouses fighting in marriage is a cultural stereotype just made for a convenient supplement to the joke.  So don't worry, I do not view marriage at all as a boxing match.

Why would anyone ever wear mittons?  They are finger prisons. 

Possibly the most frustrating human experience is being in the presence of pizza while being too full to eat it. 

We are forced to a point of decision because we are in the position to think about the situation that demands an answer.  I can be a human, and think about being a human at the same time.  I can be the object of my thinking.  I can think about an object, and be the object at the same time.

History is very mysterious, with the personal lives of most people in other eras being obscure and unknown.  Today the life of the average high schooler is documented using an assortment of devices. Life has gone from being barely and underdocumented, to thoroughly and overdocumented. 

That's a funny phrase, "It's getting to be that time of year."  Because it's always a time of year and it's always getting to be the next time of year.

On a math test whenever there is an answer "E: None of the above" one should answer E because probabilistically it is probably that one considering it contains an infinite mount of answers compared to the four in answers A through D.  (This was a joke from my friend Joey, made while studying for the calculus test.)

People view the world according to their own interests.  A glamour queen will see people according to their looks, a genius will see people according to their intellects, and a Christian will see people according to their life before God.

I think we should install a clock on the face of the moon, so we can see what time it is at night.  Of course, the time zones of the world would have to bid on it to see who could install which time on it.  But it is a large glowing circle in the sky; why not install a face and hands on it so it could serve another purpose?

'Til next time!

Marriage starts much in the same way a boxing match does.  The opponents stand facing each other from a few feet apart.  While they stare each other down, the referee reads the rules.  Once all the rules have been read and the opponents agree to the terms, the fight begins.

I hate it when I am mowing the lawn and there is a bee guarding a specific spot.  Why do they just hover there?  Bees cannot fly so they can stay in one spot for no reason.

God is like a present that we must open.  But instead of opening it all of us are ambivalent, asking the giver hestitantly, "What's in it?"  That is the ultimate problem in our dealings with God and the unknown: we cannot know what is holds until we delve into the heart of it.  There is no knowing the nature of an unexperienced thing.  Open it or do not open it, but realize fully the implications of both.

Virtue and work both make people feel good for doing them, and yet people still wish not to do them.

Leaving high school is a tragedy of sorts.  All of the faces we have known, all the places we have seen, and all the world we know, is now changed forever.  The cast and setting of life is to be immediately replaced.  Naturally you grow a certain attachment to faces you see everyday; it's sad when they're not there.   It's sort of like the dinosaurs are dying out; it is the end of an epoch in one's life.

You know yourself best. As you move outside your mind, you get further away from your surest knowledge.

Clarity is a difficult end to attain.  It is hard to put an original thought into someone else's mind through writing about it.  It was first a thought, and the writing is just a vague reflection of it. 

Knowledge is often illusory.  Watching another learn something does not mean you have learned it.  Knowing that it is a thing to be learned does not mean you have learned it either.  All of us have masked ourselves with having learned things by simply having association with them.  The news is startling, how amateurish we all are at the most common and daily functions of the human life.  Once we see them in their pure forms, we are aggravated to understand that we must painfully apply ourselves about to actually acquiring the traits of true goodness.  And the tragedy then arrives: The hardest way, and the only way, to learn something is by learning it.

Ta ta for now!  Sorry about the discursiveness of aggregating a collection of random thoughts!