IT is quite apparent that this blog is drifting more and more towards the side of art than the formulated side of philosophy, following a trend in my life of the same. Perhaps if the co-authors actually posted, there might be a variety in the methods of presenting information, but then again, perhaps not. Even when I am not pushed to express my thoughts in the form of poetry, I do not default to strict rules of rational thought. I’m not entirely convinced that the world we feel and touch and smell is what we think. We attach so much importance to rationality and humanity in general, but without any overtly convincing reasons. At least from my vantage point. People are quick to subscribe to rationality and reason as the defining characteristics of the human race, which just simply isn’t true. To me, consciousness seems to be the intimately human faculty. And as such, it precedes and super-cedes rationality in importance and fundamentalism. Because if you take a step back, from all the categories and boxes of the universe, we are assaulted with the awareness that we are closing one eye. When we open the locked lid, an entire other picture comes, flooding our senses and structure of the world, tearing down the buildings we spent so long building to escape the chaotic underpinnings of the world; existence, in general, was that from which we fled. It has been the collective project of humanity, since the debates between Prince and Planet, to create the ability to climb above the world; to be free of the tumultuous tides, and usurpation of life and will that nature deifies as existence: Χάος. More to come. Whenever the tide comes in.