Last night I ended up staying awake until six in the morning, talking with a fellow housemate by the heater downstairs. What began as a simple exchange quickly ballooned into an intelligent, fascinating, and really quite funny discussion of life, the universe, and everything. The contents of the conversation revolved around dealing with the meaningless and arbitrary nature of life - the variety of chemical urges that force us to do things, the warping powers of society, the complete inability to truly communicate with another.
Life is a series of consumptions and productions: a taking in of ideas, of images and sounds and thoughts and sensations, matched in turn by expression through thought or art or interactions.
I consumed much that night, a rare and opulent feast, taking into me a whole worldview, conclusions and assumptions related to yet different from my own, new attitudes: a seismic moment, our continents colliding, the edges of worlds inside of us tangling with each other, each sharing its beasts and its fowl, its own weather patterns, the northern lights!
I can feel it within me, spreading, and I am excited to think of the productions this will stir in me, the grand new mountains to be thrown up by this buckling of earth.
chatting for like a million years with someone great about the fundamental nature of the universe and man's place in it, why we live and how we should die, about sex, hope, society, free will and freshmen: *****
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