19th March, 2018.
It's one of those nights when a metaphorical cloud hangs over my head. Not of depression or the regular melancholy but of dire nothingness, the discontent of writing. It's strange that I say I have nothing to write and yet I know that somehow I will fill this when page with a meaningless casuistry. I find it nothing more than a blatant lie when people say that there's nothing going on inside their heads.
One of the most silliest things that I have ever heard is when someone says that while meditating, one should empty their heads and clear out all their thoughts, which is an impossible task to begin with. My guess is, there is a straight up confusion between being "empty" and being focused to one particular thought, they are not the same by any definition.
If I had left this page blank, no date, no thoughts, no signature, it'd have created a paradox; consider this - a blank page in itself is a blank page, but to explain its blankness one would have to cross all the barriers of language and philosophy. The blank page will not remain a blank page because it had to be explained by a series of alternative thought process, thus creating a feedback loop. When I say that I have nothing to say and yet I come this far in writing, am I explaining the "nothingness" or am I disproving it? Is there a gap or not? Schroedinger's cat was both dead and alive in the box - a page is both blank and full with content and thoughts.
Question - am I being clever, or stupid, or both?
It's one of those nights when a metaphorical cloud hangs over my head. Not of depression or the regular melancholy but of dire nothingness, the discontent of writing. It's strange that I say I have nothing to write and yet I know that somehow I will fill this when page with a meaningless casuistry. I find it nothing more than a blatant lie when people say that there's nothing going on inside their heads.
One of the most silliest things that I have ever heard is when someone says that while meditating, one should empty their heads and clear out all their thoughts, which is an impossible task to begin with. My guess is, there is a straight up confusion between being "empty" and being focused to one particular thought, they are not the same by any definition.
If I had left this page blank, no date, no thoughts, no signature, it'd have created a paradox; consider this - a blank page in itself is a blank page, but to explain its blankness one would have to cross all the barriers of language and philosophy. The blank page will not remain a blank page because it had to be explained by a series of alternative thought process, thus creating a feedback loop. When I say that I have nothing to say and yet I come this far in writing, am I explaining the "nothingness" or am I disproving it? Is there a gap or not? Schroedinger's cat was both dead and alive in the box - a page is both blank and full with content and thoughts.
Question - am I being clever, or stupid, or both?
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