Insanity is defined as an unsoundness of mind. It is seen as a disease, or a defect that renders one unable to understand, or comprehend logical ideology. If the layers of ourselves are peeled away, we are left simply with our core. At the core of ourselves, at the core of humanity, however, lies, by the traditional definition, insanity. Insanity, contrary to belief, is the essence of our being, and the cornerstone of our lives.Our sanity is a lie. It is the facade of honesty, only the illusion of truth. Sanity is what we aspire to, and yet never achieve. It is time we had to the courage to understand and admit to everything we are, and the false pretences with which we have use to hold it. It is time we recognize our intention is not to civilize, but to conquer. It is time we understood that everything we are is built on the backs of subjugated people. We come to North America, Africa and Asia to build our empire, and to execute our interests. This is what we do; this is what we are.
We are all responsible, each of us in our way for the bereavement we bring. We leave our people without homes, we throw them to the mercy of the dogs, all while keeping with the facade of justice, and civility. We come not to reap, but to rape. We come to execute our interests on false pretences, making our intentions honorable. This flaw in humanity, this means of insanity, is the cause of our corruption.
There is an honesty, though, in our insanity. It is the truth of ourselves. It explains our actions, our intentions, and our flaws. It is a true form of being, a form which frees us of our bind to false civility. We no longer require a facade of false pretences. We are given the freedom to be as we are; we are given the freedom to be pestilent, destructive, and savage.
With the means of insanity, we become adept. The horror that is ourselves is unbound; the horror that is the truth of humanity is brought forth. Our greatest failure is given reign to cut us down, and blight is the resolve.
Revised.
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So, what you're here calling 'Insanity' is what I more broadly define as
'Basic Human Flaw'; BHF syndrome.
That is, all the inner working sof our minds which makes perfect community, harmony and peace, impossible.
Your contention is that when we embrace our inner flaw, and see it not as it is, but as a gift; as a normal means to an end, rather than a flaw to be struggled against, we act, or are, insane.
That our greed, lust, hate, power mongering, and exploitation are symptoms of our 'unsoundness of mind'.
I'll agree, but I feel that how I have defined it; as Basic, or Fundamental human flaw is clearer. The way we act when manipulated by it, is indeed insane, so it seems better classified as basic human flaw being the driving force or impetus of our actions, and insanity is a classification of the means, or of our state of mind while accomplishing said means.
As well, insanity is a hotly debated, and ever adapting concept, the nature of which has changed numerous times as the popular stream of thought has changed over time, and I like to either clarify the words and phrases I use, if they are an adaptive word or phrase, to achieve greater clarity; or simply to avoid the use of variably understood words or phrases and use a more clearly defined word or phrase.
I enjoy cheese....covered in pudding. TAKE THAT FREUD!
The purpose of this "expose" was simply to show that the heart of man is essentially dark, and that we consistantly disguise our malicious intentions with good and honorable ones. As my brother explained, and you, perhaps misunderstanding my use of words, confirmed.
If you had read it more carefully, you would have seen that by the conclusion, I was using a different definition of sanity in which "sane," and "insane" were reversed, so by "sane," I meant the conventional definition of "insane." Furthermore, the purpose of the final paragraph was to confirm the use of this new definition. I did not mean "insane," I meant "sane." It was meant as a kind of parody. Strangely enough, your comment confirmed what I was saying, concittering the the use of new definition.
I'll explain my take on justice at a later date, however, I will say that it is entirely relative. I would, however, be abliged as to hear how "sibling relationships can be so amusing."
"ACCORDING TO HIM" that is, ME?!?!?!?!
tsk tsk tsk
I simply make it my business to give pointers where style, or more often, clarity could be improved and how.
OH DEAR ME!
THE LETTER VERIFICATION ON THIS THING IS 'evlsi'!!!!
EITHER 'ELVIS' lives, or 'EVILS' REIGN, either way, I don't wanna find out first hand. The way he was going those last few years by now he must be as big as a house, and he might crush my supple body. I'll be tenderized beyond recognition! I"LL BE THE VEAL CHOP OF THE HUMAN WORLD!!!
I understand, however, I absolutely refuse to check my spelling . . . On another note, If we all agree, why are we being so redundant? Secondly, I think Jeff is only restating what I have already said in this "article." Not redifining it in any way. I simply played with the words "sanity, " and "insanity," whereas he outright stated the purpose... which would make for a pretty boring mono article. Hence my use of words. Yes Jeff, Tell Elvis I absolutely loved Jail House Rock.. and ask him if he's been able to unclog his colon.
He has NOT, and seems upset about it...
and I wasn;t trying to 'restate' what you wrot, but as I'm said before, it's not what you MEANT, it's what they UNDERSTAND.
If you want the reader to get out of it what you wanted, then you have to make it clear enough that they can get it.
A written work is not a cryptic, convoluted intelligence test, where through process of deduction you can eventually arrive at the meaning. It should be clear enough that the reader can understand what you mean, without having to ask you. No, you don't have to simply state what you think in a concise phrase and then walk out, but it must be accessable.
What I wrote on my above comment was for YOUR benefit, not a readers. So calling it 'boring 'and' mono..." is kind of pointless and moot. It wasn't intended for the reader, it was intended for you.
If the meaning is not accessable, then the writing is a failure.
I was giving tips on how to achieve clarity, something most worthwhile and priceless in any written piece.
A parody is a work that imitates the style of an author or a work for comic effect(by definition.)My parody was of the traditional idea of sanity, and insanity. The first instance of this occurs in the third paragraph. "Anyone who can believe our intentions are, or have ever been good is truly the sane one. The rest of us are left only to the depths of our insanity." At this point, I am reversing the definitions, and challenging the traditional notions on the meaning of the word. Both in this, and the final paragraph, there is a hint of verbal irony, and a dash of parcley. Perhaps I was not clear in that, and I apologize. I can see how it may have been confusing, considering the use of the true definition in the fourth paragraph, and the reversion to the new in the fifth.
Y'all need to chill. Or at least stop clogging up the blog comments. We need anonymous idiots to post thier useless opinions.....wait, nevermind. Cheese covered pdduing, food for the worker.
Clogged like elvis' colon?.....
Spell checking is far beyond me, I try to do the big ones as I go, but I've neither the time nor the inclination to go back and check...
The anonymous idiots will be 'dazzled' that's right, DAZZLED by the high number of previous comments, which will result in a higher likelihood that they will indeed leave their inane opinions for the huddled masses. They'll have lots of company...
But, yes, it IS the food of the worker, but only because we have changed the names of certain foods. Pudding is now a thin gruel of oats, and cheese is now a sprinkling of dirt.
Now THAT'S the communist way!
FOOD FOR THE WORKER!
I've realeased a new revised version, if you all would please read, and express your opinions on.
I think you meant the third, and it's been fixed, thanks for noticing, I must have let that one slip through my fingers. I meant "layers," however, as a metaphor simply meaning that at the core of our ideology, logic and such is insanity. I think I changed that as well in the revision, hopefully making it more clear.
I'm afraid I don't entirely understand. I heeded all of your suggestions, and made appropriate revisions... I don't really understand your complaint.
Now that the power has returned, and I have had time in which to think. It wasnt different when i made my so-called complaint.
oooOOOOOOOOHHHHHHhhhhhh...
JERRY, JERRY, JERRY, JERRY!
I am absolutely positive it was, because otherwise I wouldn't have said that... But regardeless, anything we could come up with is circumstantial, and it would all be for a frivilous argument over trite.
Mmm trifle. Find me a large can of tuna and turtle wax. Then help me wax this pig. THERES NO TIME! THE SWEDES ARE COMING!
Kill Maroon 5, and once I take over the world, I'll see to it that you are tortured endlessly and thrown into some deep, dark, icecave.
Oh, so now you think YOU'LL be taking over the world...I think not, my dear fellow...
strokes white cat)
for you see...it is already in my grasp, Mua-hahahahaha!
...ARE YOU STILL HERE?!...
...THAT WAS IT!...Well?...
...Down the hall on the left...
...THE EXIT IS MARKED FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!...
...WELL?!...
And thats why we're all medicated. I like the blue ones.
Mine are yellow. With dots.
Blue dots.
The pink ones are for your sanity.
Hah. Hah. Sanity. Get it?
...no. Maroon 5 is evil. I blame every horrid act in histroy on them. I have a plan that invovles a kiwi, some rubber bands and a large pot of glue.
If it involves making them repeatedly eat the gross furry skin, attached to the end of a rubber band, I'm way ahead of you...
...STOP STRUGGLING!...
...EAT THE KIWI SKIN!!...
...ARE YOU STILL HERE?!...
or maybe we're talking about New Zealanders...
Fuzzy skinned New Zealanders...
Like Jim. But no Maroon 5 is the anti-Christ...the whole band. OR like the 4 horsemen. I dunno. I need more glue and kiwis...and not the New Zelanders.
Because my knowledge of such things are small. And plants are like Maroon 5, well weeds more. Annoying, life-sucking and always getting in the way of beauty.
In Botony?
PLANT BIOLOGY! yaaaaaay!
We all need to randomly get on a lane and go to New Orleans or Rio de Janeiro for Mardi gras.
No reason.
What we need is more kiwis. And sweetheart, youre midterm of plants is trivial and meaningless. Much like a song from Maroon 5.
You, my dear, have been speding far far too much time around jeffrey. And Maroon 5 is evil and will remain so until my demise. Now then, where are those passion fruits?
Actully, John, I find botony quite interesting aswell. Now necisarily the actual biology of the plants, but the medicinal uses. No, I'm not talking about hemp and such, but for instance cedar sap can be used as a throat losenge. *cough*
One cannot spend TOO much time with jeff!
Jeff is the greatest. Were you to spend every moment of your life with him, it would still prove to be too short a time.
And besides- Your semi-recumbent posture is most in-decorous!
I find the study of various herbs quite interesting, actually. For instance the traditional remedies of Native American groups, or as everyone is more aware of, traditional Chinese medicine.
Plants is plants. As long as I don't get sick or hallucinigenic from eating them I'm down with em. I despise moving. So much stuff. And dusty. I really need more oranges. Or else I get scurvy.
Thats why I'm here, sweetheart. To confound and confuse. And make random 30's slang refrences.
gotta love the slang.
Ya, hah! Someone finaly understands! Jenny, I think your the quills. You're entirely correct. If insanity (more or less sociopathy) is defined as an unsoundness of mind resulting in one becoming careless toward humanity, than aren't we all completely mad? How could we steal, or kill eachother, and not be? Doesen't that make us inhuman, at least as far as our definition of humanity allows?
I think we all need to sit round a candle and contemplate life. Or at least have alot of passion fruits. I hate Valentines day. Useless holiday. Though I did get chocolates and flowers from a nice man.....oh dear.
"The Quills" is 1930s slang. And actully Valentines day was started by the Catholic church, after St. Valentine. It may have turned into a corporate holiday like many others, but it wasn't meant to have been.
Yes, ok, fine.
But it's easier and clearer to just say that all people have this flaw, then it is to just say no human is a human because they aren't humane, or have humanity as you've defined it.
People would get confused, as it they were hit-
by a brick-
on a monday morning.
St. Jude is the Quill.
Patron saint of the lost cause, yeah baby!
30's slang is wicked, sweetie. I'll teach you some onbe day. Like, "get on the trolley" and "She's the bees-knees". And so forth and so one. Man I wish I had some soup.
I was responding to your comment a few up. You've now agreed with me.
Such was my point.
And bees must have knees. They have legs capable of bending, so therefore they must have some sort of knee; primitive as it may well be.
30'S SLAAAANG!
no we aren't.
The question the both of us are getting at is whether or not to classify us now as simply not properly human, or human but fatally flawed..
"Humans as we were mean't to be." What exactly is this? My particular answer was that what we are "supposed" to be was defined by us. It was defined by our natural sense of guilt, or our "conscience." So yes, if you have always done as you were "supposed to," you would never have known guilt. But that brings up another question, is this sence of guilt really natural, or was it pounded into us through our enviroment? Therefore, as I said previously, justice, rightiousness (the lack of which {in this society} is the {previously mentioned [and defined] "basic human flaw" [which, in this context, is not a flaw]}) and so on is relative, and is defined only by our culture and enviroment. That is how our "conscience" can be lost. Transfering to another enviroment, or "desensitizing" ourselves to the things contrary to the guidance of our "conscience". Essentially, making us a "monster." This was the secondary idea of this paper, and my intention was to pose the question of which is really honest, our created reality, or our animal reality.
I like pudding.
Created rality meaning our set of laws and so forth as defined by our "conscience," which was artificially imbued in us through our enviroment. Whatever that may be. This is how cultures can have radically different sets of moral values. Animal reality meaning the code of honor imbued into us as animals. In other words, none.
I like butterscotch, chocolate, vanilla, whatever.
regardless of their varying moral codes, which IS different moving from environment to environment, the concience which drives those codes remains startlingly similar.
You'd have great difficulty proving that concience/ guilt is bad and should be gone (ever heard the word phsychopathic...) and that it is merely a function of environment.
The conclusions they reach, that is, the varying social codes and morals are different, but the impetus- concience, morality, remain consistent.
But thats not entirely correct. Each culture around the world - even when not motivated by religious leaders (Spanish Inquisition) have performed, by the western standards, very barbaric and immoral things. Each culture had a slightly different idea of morality, as determined by their conscience. But this *is* the animal reality I was talking about. Whatever comes naturally to a person, I refered to as animal reality. This is simply what is required for us to survive, and as we've all seen, people have resorted to canibalism to stay alive. For instance the Italian "arctic passage expedition" of the early 1900s.
Mmm, blood pudding.
Moral codes vary by location and time, but the concept of guilt and of concience and the IDEA of morality is constant.
Morals rhyme with...corals..Tommorrow is monday. Curses. Work for me. But I do get paid. Huzzah! More kiwis to purchase.
As do I. Always with the working that Jeff. Old 'nose to the grindstone' jeff, they call me.
Bah, have to be there for quarter to 8...
d'oh the pain! the pain of it all!
Well duh. Perhaps next time I see you I'll allow you to partake in said...kiwis...blood...pudding...botany. Oh and jeff was sarcastic. Now where did you sleep last night.
As you should be sweetie. Sleep is good for the prolitariat. Now then why does it smell like teen sprirt?
Oh pah. This crazy posting comments is the only semi-daily conversation we have so be happy, sweetie. Ever-eeeeeeee song sounds exactly the same. Stupid nine inch nails.
But what alternative do we have? Nine inch nails sucks. And john mayer is pretty much the end of music as we know it. Nothing but a black hole of talent he is.
You're all nuts.
Nuts to john mayer I say. Early 90's rock is pretty much the best.
oh i think you can. Im very fragile. And I plan on killing john mayer with a turnip so there! HA!
Dear me.
HAHAHA! My and simons plan worked. All is zen. I never made any messes. It was Mr spillypants up there.
MR SPILLYPANTS!?!?!
You know, Chuckles? Mr Spilly? Smoker of plants? And theres the helpful hardware man with a rainbow out today. see how a rainbow works is you got the sun over here and then the rain and then they meet in the middle BOOM!Crack pipe on the sidelines and brett farve is the greatest football player of all time. you could cut off both his arms and his legs, he'd still be the best torso in football.
tee-hee. Torso.
We should sacrafice him. Or burn hime. Next weekend. Witch burning bretts brother. whoever he is.
ha, yes, I remember. That was the most ridiculous thing I experienced...well....that day, for sure...
Good times with school. And if anybody has a killing fetish its the Irishman up there. I have nothing but love and joy to spread....and cakes. I need to post a new blog soon.
yes, but I am tired...and who else would do it, har har har
That hurt my feelings. Both of you are jerks.
How about...I like koalas. There now then. Someone post. I'm the one with a cash job here.
Yes. It would seem so, at least. It seemed to me, and this other person, apparently, that the there was an implication about.
IMPICATION! IMPLICATION!
Thats true. Words have the power to heal or destroy. Stupid Buddha.
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Has anyone read that long one at the bottom? I got to the end of 'Part One,' and my eyes started to hurt. I can't read for long periods of time on computers.
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Well, when I stare at computer monitors, my eyes start to sting. Thats.. Pretty much my frame of thought..
Then stop rubbing your eyes on the computer. Or get a name. Much better to insult you with, my dear.
Whats the first rule of entrepreneurship? Never insult, or belittle your customers. I think you both just lost a few.
well aren't you all the friendly types?...
lol
Like Hill-billies. Y'all best be leavin' now. We don't need no book learnins or dem so-lis-ee-tors. *raises shotgun*
Ain't it?
If you don't want to post your e-mail address on here, you can always send me, John, Jeff or Andrew an email, and one of us will invite you to the Blog.
I have far far too much to do. Besides I am uncreative andun-humourous. Unblanced bodily humours.
Like how many fish in a kazoo.
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