“where the stupid mock, the philosopher marvels;
where the insensitive stare in astonishment, he often smiles.”
Why have I begun to read Voltaire’s short witty essays? (I speak of a compilation termed “alphabet of wit”)
Aimless men with access to libraries
what are they to do?
not read Voltaire??
you know it’s a wonder to me the number of incredible people in the world
perhaps i misuse the term incredible
I’d say the world is not incredible, which is my thought
but these sorts of claims have no hope of truth
words like “world,” “they,” “wrong,” “power,” “ecumenical,” “ryan, you are being melodramatic again”
lies; veneer; generality!
what are these mechanisms
what shall I track down first
the tool of good or its concept
I marvel at the people I find
and it moves me to marvel even greater at the problems I see
I have long conceptualized information and approached scenarios thinking in terms of defining a problem and solving it
I still certainly believe that problems embed themselves in hierarchies and descend from drawn-out etiologies
perhaps this is the evidence that it is not problems for which I search at all
what is a problem but a series of equations which must be evaluated and properly reconciled
And for equations composed of immeasurable variables?
no miracle I find myself such an individualist.
I marvel at these incredible people;
It is a possibility I romance the potential of others much too greatly
can we trace our steps and find where the games break down?
I see incredible people
or incredible potential; this is what these qualities are
they must lack something.
it is like the technical science and the philosophy
the experimentation and the foundation
the acquired knowledge and the ethical undergirding
I wonder if these people would smile at an oddity
how do these rare smilers change when together
do they find each other
are they doomed not to impact the
ohp, I almost said it
ah, lies, veneer, generality!
and I’ve been saying “they” this entire time
those darned smilers
. . .
It has simply got me to wondering
how often mice are born of a mountain
and how many mountains are born of men