Thursday, December 6th, 2007 UTC

Man sat under the radiant sun one of those eternal evenings. He could not help but to feel and admire what was around him. As Zephyr swept the broad plains that lie before his sight, Man felt a burning desire; the craving to be, even though just for an instant—ephemeral as himself—, the mighty wind. The thought of wind flew across his mind evoking thoughts of times long-gone, and even those of times to come. Man imagined the past and the future merging as one in Present. Zephyr had seen the days of yore, and would live to see the death of Father Time.

Man was overwhelmed to think of things so far beyond his reach. Desperate he did cry out in distress; a cry so deep it could have made consciousness itself give a shriek. The wind proved impassible at his screams. To this, Man broke into laughter where he stood—the wind roaring around him, menacing— and thought a rather comforting thought; that, as immutable as the wind was, it was unable to feel. It could run across endless fields and shake forests rooted in ancient grounds, yet it could not take pleasure in it nor appreciate the solemnity of the dignified trees. The wind was on the skin like soft petals, yet it could not feel the tenderness caressing back.

Zephyr, with all its might, could not entertain thought; without thought, unaware of himself, Man could not possibly exist—and what business has man, then, to be the wind if the wind does not think, does not feel? Man’s craving died, gradually decomposing into lukewarm afterthoughts.


Rain smells of thoughts adrift.

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007 UTC

Monsieur Sartre used to say, “existence precedes essence;” the usual “cogito, ergo sum” is interestingly twisted into “sum, ergo cogito.” In the logic that things can indeed exist, but their meaning is not defined by their mere existence; existence itself is meaningless. Meaning, the essence, is devised from cognition. Wherefrom comes cognition? From existence. Thought is then, the basis of meaning. What meaning can anybody, or anything have if its very essence is not yet defined by cognition? It is in this logic that it is impossible for the average bloke to live a truly meaningful life without thinking upon what surrounds him.

“Elaborate?” Yes, yes, at the risk of falling into a pit of reification fallacy, I shall commence:

For the sake of the argument, let us assume the following premise as true: “meaning is devised uniquely from cognition.” This premise is logical, considering that cognition is required to understand any meaning, and hence, even if existence itself carried a meaning, it would be purposeless as it could not be understood without cognition. Now, if meaning is uniquely devised from cognition, it is fundamental for any individual to be aware of their environment in order for their lives to attain a certain meaning; as there would be no cognition without being aware of existence and no meaning without cognition.

“Sweet beans!” you snap, as you do not yet see a connection between all this blabber and rain. Taking into consideration the fact of rain existing within the environment, any individual aware of their environment would be aware of rain; and any individual unaware of rain, would be unaware of their environment. For the purpose of practicality, being unaware is of as little use as not being concerned about what happens in the environment. People who are oblivious of rain are then not devising meaning from cognition, as cognition requires awareness. And without meaning, there is no transcendence.

Individuals naïve and light-minded enough to leave rain unattended are just as likely to leave out several other details outside their scope of reality. Reducing and nullifying the awareness wherefrom cognition derives meaning. It is then sensitive to conclude that a person careful enough to attend such a quotidian detail as rain is far more likely to derive meaning and reach transcendence than an everyman who refuses to do so.

The light-minded blokes, oblivious to their surroundings, are then e’er more gullible and likely to live their lives up to the meaning devised by somebody else —and living a transcendence that is not theirs.

Rhetoric set aside, I will go watch the rain.