Saturday, March 06, 2004
Wow it's been a long time since I have blogged. It's weird 'cause I'd think of things to blog, but never get around to posting them, and now that I finally have a small window of opportunity my thoughts have run dry. Or maybe there are just too many things to write about and choosing just one would be too hard and choosing all would not do justice to any.
I found an interesting Poe quote the other day in my ever boring Spanish class. Reading Poe is more interesting?
Yes, and to any who believe otherwise I will reluctantly lend my book to prove them wrong.
Now anyways, back to the quote:
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence: whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound, does not spring from disease of thought...
They who fream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who deam only by night. In their grey visions theyobtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awaking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom whihc is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil."
Last night at Applebees Kelsey and some of the others were talking about philosophers and existentialism (pardon me if I totally mess up the conversation but I was quite sick and only able to catch snatches of it). Philosophers take build their next philosophy by trying to build off and rectify the illogical fallicies in the former philosophy. It's madness, yet considered genious.
Oh, I hate when my train of though is de-railed by the strict command to do chores now. *sigh*
I found an interesting Poe quote the other day in my ever boring Spanish class. Reading Poe is more interesting?
Yes, and to any who believe otherwise I will reluctantly lend my book to prove them wrong.
Now anyways, back to the quote:
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence: whether much that is glorious, whether all that is profound, does not spring from disease of thought...
They who fream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who deam only by night. In their grey visions theyobtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awaking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom whihc is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil."
Last night at Applebees Kelsey and some of the others were talking about philosophers and existentialism (pardon me if I totally mess up the conversation but I was quite sick and only able to catch snatches of it). Philosophers take build their next philosophy by trying to build off and rectify the illogical fallicies in the former philosophy. It's madness, yet considered genious.
Oh, I hate when my train of though is de-railed by the strict command to do chores now. *sigh*
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