Woke up this morning without the furious distraction that had detached my environment during my night run last night. That said, I covered 5.77km which is well, 5.77km and the past two runs this week on average about the same. This is a good story.
I bought a new book about the Crusades. I've always been drawn to wanting to know more about these religious and thus far, to me, enigmatic battles and reason. Started reading in a coffee shop in Liverpool Street train station. The nice thing about reading is that it's not demanding your attention, if anything your attention is demanding to read - provided, of course, you have a quality book.
I was a bit concerned by my apparent detachment, during my run. So much so I needed to rationalise its effects on me and everyone. This became a self studious ambition, most of which occurred in the bath on my iPad.
I have a passage of text that I found I had constructed to describe my apparent focused, detachment from the world that had bothered me on the way home last night. The exercise was to rationalise the experience by removing any emotional subjectivity like "it just felt wierd" or "the atmosphere was almost deathly" with something more rational. This way I know it would make sense to everyone who reads it.
What's weird is that I'm not a rational person, I'm an emotional person, who indulges in romantic thoughts, so it was strange to have this sudden desire to sleep with the enemy.
"Basically it is an enigma as to what was on my mind. I seemed focused, uninterested, detached but polite and had bouts surfacing character indicating odd reintroductions into old normal self. This indicates a Continual immersive preoccupation. I am aware of the underlying goals. I became aware of my unusual preoccupation and surfaced it as to remedy any misconception that it may have caused. I did express my enjoyment."
Now, with that said;it seems fitting that when I don't quite understand stuff, I revert to my romantic thoughts and evade all classical objective or scientific reason. So to this effect it seems fitting to quote my eternal associate, Thoreau, that "man leads a life of quite desperation" be that of ones future, current emotional considerations or anything that makes things seem unclear or seemingly incomprehensible.
I woke up at 8am this morning, dreamed that I was on a motorcycle traveling throughout Europe. I rolled over and pulled my iPad out and started reading up on getting a provisional licence. I think I WILL buy a motorcycle and do this, this year. Its an investment into quality living. I think that this is what was on my mind, in a way, last night: the yearning for more quality in my life, this is the desperation Thoreau was talking about. I'm not talking about relationships with other people, in talking about quality relationship with yourself and your world and ones mind. This is what is quality. Quality time.
I woke up again at 11:30am and continued reading my book, because this is quality time, I read about one mans experiences and the quality of interpreting ones experiences. It's about wondering why you are crazy, why searching for truth and wondering why, when you are honest without self, why what you come up with is crazy. It's about discovering differences about yourself which are diffirent from anything and which no one is prepared to persevere to understand, except you. A journey into higher thought, through the abstract that has not yet been defined for man, will let man think you are crazy, I guess.
The iPad is great for this - I left my kindle at work but could continue reading at home on the iPad.
The psychology of everything in the world at times threatens to destroy your emaculate perception of the world, threaten to replace the normality of definition of this world with the desire to know about the unknown, unexplored and difficult. The release from today's constraints, eases a man to persue questions without any answers yet. Ands it at those times that you perhaps think that you are happiest alone with these questions to your life.
A goal in my life is to experience quality. The pursuit of happiness is born out of this.
I bought a new book about the Crusades. I've always been drawn to wanting to know more about these religious and thus far, to me, enigmatic battles and reason. Started reading in a coffee shop in Liverpool Street train station. The nice thing about reading is that it's not demanding your attention, if anything your attention is demanding to read - provided, of course, you have a quality book.
I was a bit concerned by my apparent detachment, during my run. So much so I needed to rationalise its effects on me and everyone. This became a self studious ambition, most of which occurred in the bath on my iPad.
I have a passage of text that I found I had constructed to describe my apparent focused, detachment from the world that had bothered me on the way home last night. The exercise was to rationalise the experience by removing any emotional subjectivity like "it just felt wierd" or "the atmosphere was almost deathly" with something more rational. This way I know it would make sense to everyone who reads it.
What's weird is that I'm not a rational person, I'm an emotional person, who indulges in romantic thoughts, so it was strange to have this sudden desire to sleep with the enemy.
"Basically it is an enigma as to what was on my mind. I seemed focused, uninterested, detached but polite and had bouts surfacing character indicating odd reintroductions into old normal self. This indicates a Continual immersive preoccupation. I am aware of the underlying goals. I became aware of my unusual preoccupation and surfaced it as to remedy any misconception that it may have caused. I did express my enjoyment."
Now, with that said;it seems fitting that when I don't quite understand stuff, I revert to my romantic thoughts and evade all classical objective or scientific reason. So to this effect it seems fitting to quote my eternal associate, Thoreau, that "man leads a life of quite desperation" be that of ones future, current emotional considerations or anything that makes things seem unclear or seemingly incomprehensible.
I woke up at 8am this morning, dreamed that I was on a motorcycle traveling throughout Europe. I rolled over and pulled my iPad out and started reading up on getting a provisional licence. I think I WILL buy a motorcycle and do this, this year. Its an investment into quality living. I think that this is what was on my mind, in a way, last night: the yearning for more quality in my life, this is the desperation Thoreau was talking about. I'm not talking about relationships with other people, in talking about quality relationship with yourself and your world and ones mind. This is what is quality. Quality time.
I woke up again at 11:30am and continued reading my book, because this is quality time, I read about one mans experiences and the quality of interpreting ones experiences. It's about wondering why you are crazy, why searching for truth and wondering why, when you are honest without self, why what you come up with is crazy. It's about discovering differences about yourself which are diffirent from anything and which no one is prepared to persevere to understand, except you. A journey into higher thought, through the abstract that has not yet been defined for man, will let man think you are crazy, I guess.
The iPad is great for this - I left my kindle at work but could continue reading at home on the iPad.
The psychology of everything in the world at times threatens to destroy your emaculate perception of the world, threaten to replace the normality of definition of this world with the desire to know about the unknown, unexplored and difficult. The release from today's constraints, eases a man to persue questions without any answers yet. Ands it at those times that you perhaps think that you are happiest alone with these questions to your life.
A goal in my life is to experience quality. The pursuit of happiness is born out of this.