29 November 2012

Ergo Proxy - 2: Confession of a Fellow Citizen/Confession


Confession of a Fellow Citizen
Section 1
Suddenly it seems like Re-L isn't a paranoid after all. It really is a conspiracy.
The monsters in her room have been erased from history. Only Re-L and a few officials know, and there is no way she can convince anyone else. Iggy had his memory replaced, everyone is convinced Re-L is lying or hallucinated.
And really, if you were the only one in the entire world to know something happened, how could you tell that you hadn't hallucinated it? How can you be sure you are sane? The insane are sure they are sane. The paranoids are sure there really is something out to get them. If you can't trust yourself, then who can you trust? And if you can trust yourself, then what about these other people who trust themselves? They are clearly insane, but to them, it is us who are insane.
And if that isn't enough already, what difference would it make whether you were right in reality, if you are the only one against the entire world to believe it and there is no way to verify?
Aside: This could be considered a conflict between virtue ethics and consequentialism - whether the results are the definition of truth and morality or if the intentions are. If you didn't know I am a strong believer in intentions trumping actual manifestations.

This is directly joked about by Re-L's sarcastic comment - "Physically I'm fine, mentally it all depends on their report."

Re-L actually displays fear and dependence to Daedalus, and Daedalus responds kindly though he is following orders to falsify medical records. Despite her condition, Re-L is so strongly driven by her nature to figure things out that she snoops through her trusted doctor's files and discovers information on the proxy. I'll transcribe the information she found that was only displayed for a few seconds:



Results of specimen analysis:
Citizen Heath and Welfare Bureau, Proxy Research Team


Abstract
Result of test specimen reacted to Amrita cells (from expiremental culture)
Conclusion: specimen confirmed as proxy.

Amrita ("sweet water") appears in ancient Hindu myth and grants eternal youth and immortality.
Amrita cells divide infinitely, (No Hayflick limit) and thus live indefinitely.
The membrane surrounding Amrita cells is intensely activated when it nears ***[cut off]
*** this may be the result of a magnetic field radiated by the proxy.
*** an antibiotic reaction to an unknown body.
*** the reaction allows us to identify a proxy.


Soooooo. Basically, that monster has some pretty sweet biology. It is extremely strong and now apparently ageless. No wonder it was being kept a secret and Daedalus was put in charge of it.

Raul discovers that there were two Proxies. Let me be clear about this scene: He hides it from Kristeva. Additionally he loses track of time, and his next appointment was not on his mind. This is not characteristic of Raul.

Ah. Um. Yes. The scene in the mall. It is surprisingly simple. It is fast. It is motionless with the human ragdolls and almost comical attack of the proxy. And yet it is also weirdly focused and extremely emotional with the brutal murder of a woman and a child on the escalator. Do you recognize them?

This scene is actually a reference to a famous cinematic sequence called "the Odessa Steps" from "The Battleship Potemkin." The scene is also in "The Untouchables." This video shows some of them but also included a few that are not homages in my opinion. Anyway, it shows the scenes.

When the proxy is attacking the citizens of Romdeau stand still. No one cries out. People just sort of watch as the carnage takes places. There is no way that any of them have experienced anything like this before. So they don't react. After it is almost over, people begin to manage to connect two and two. They begin to run in confusion. They begin to cry out in loss and terror.

At the very end of the episode:
Raul observes the video of the immigrant being chased by the proxy.
And Re-L discovers Vincent's necklace.
Those facts lead to the events in the next episode.


Side note: The pendant has something written upon, I think in Latin, but I can't make out the letters. All that I can see is "Mi amice .... caro .... Cum (Cain?)....Tum renique...ergo tu..." I think it is not a famous phrase, and it might not even from any historic Latin text. Unfortunately I don't speak Latin, so I'm more or less stumped unless someone can help me figure out what is written on the necklace. It seems to be three sentences - mi amice and caro makes me think it might be a love poem of sorts.
Many thanks to André for his help with the HD image and a great number of other things!




Please, please do not click spoilers until you have completed the series.

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As Kristeva and Raul point out, "people are often unable to tell the difference between reality and illusion." We are wrong all the time. We believe things that are false. We estimate incorrectly, we act on instincts that are incorrect, we even violate our own conscious from time to time. It is both our worst flaw and our greatest strength. Our ability to set aside reality and imagine things so fully that we act as if they were true is a great gift and a great curse. It lets us go insane, it makes us be unreasonable and unrealistic, and it makes us unstable and blind. But it also let's us imagine better worlds, create new things, and strive for impossible goals. It is the very definition of humanity to have this double-edged trait. And it is probably why I fall in and out of love with the human race so easily.




Ergo Proxy - 1: Pulse of Awakening/Awakening

I've watched the series enough times in both subtitles and dubbed English that I have no idea which I saw first. Both have their merits and both reveal some insights. If I can, I will watch both, but seeing as how good the dubbed English is and how that will be the most consistent, I will try to rely on that one most.



Pulse of Awakening
(Section One)
The anime starts with a series of scenes, which all seem separate for the time being. Each of the characters are introduced, and the city is revealed as some kind of dystopian future. The action begins and the stage is set. Already you can tell that this series is not very straight forward. I remember wondering if this episode was mysterious and action filled to suck me in, because it worked that way. The art too, was one of the reasons I had such a good first impression.
I'm going to have be blunt here. I read that Ergo Proxy could not be understood on the first viewing. I didn't believe it, "I'll just pay close attention and think about it" past Elusive thought. Future Elusive sighed and waited for past Elusive to find out. Past Elusive found out. This series is filled with self reference and hints and clues. You cannot understand them on the first viewing. Sorry. It is physically impossible, and you can't figure it out by being smart or paying attention.
It withholds vital information until, yes, literally, the last few episodes. And then it tells you a ton so quickly that you can't make head nor tail of it until you watch the series again and piece it all together one step at a time. Is this terrible design? I don't think so, but it demands a lot of effort on your part. That's why I want to help you, and maybe I can do enough to make it start making sense before you are forced to start all over again.
Now, back to the episode.

Character introductions:

The Regent, His Excellency. The "king" of the entire city, called Romdeau, is aided by four statue artificial intelligences that are called Entourages despite their form. Together they form the Administrative Bureau and are the highest authority. They make decisions such as assigning heads of the other Bureaus and monitoring their work. He is called Donov Mayer, and he is Re-L's grandfather. More on this later.

Raul Creed is the Security Chief of the Security Bureau. He is essentially the man with the most power, subject only to the Regent. His job is to protect the citizens, control the security of information, and keep the city stable. He is a very important character, and although I used to dislike him, I now find him one of my favorite characters.

Kristeva is his entourage, or personal autoreiv. She, as all the autoreivs are, is linked to the Administrative Bureau and can serve as eyes and ears for them at any time. Kristeva is not much of a character, so you don't have to pay much attention to her until far later in the series, but she is always in the background working.

Re-L Mayer is high ranking in the Intelligence Bureau. She is just under the power of the Security Bureau and the Health and Welfare Bureau. Her job is to gather intel, but the Administrative Bureau sometimes deems information too sensitive even for her, and there is a lot of power struggles going on between the upper bureaucracy. Originally she was not the main character, but now she plays a larger role in the script.

Iggy is Re-L's entourage. He is a likable character, but don't think he is the comic relief. He is just as much a character as anyone else, despite being a robot servant.

Daedalus is the boy doctor. For some reason I was convinced he was evil the first time I watched Ergo Proxy. He's not, but he is a convoluted character. He seems far more honest than I want to give him credit, so when he says things, you can believe him. He is something of a genius, and head of the Health and Welfare Bureau. This position holds a lot of power as well, and Iggy sometimes calls him "Prince" because of it.

Vincent Law is an immigrant who is attempting to become a citizen of Romdeau. He, thus, is serving as a garbage man and hunter of autoreivs that have malfunctioned. He is a complete pushover. He was shot during duty and wrote an extremely submissive letter begging for a lenient punishment for his failure. This is "the perfect citizen" as Re-L put it. His only flaw in the eyes of the city? He is a clutz. The flaws in the eyes of a normal person? There is nothing likable about him because he is nothing. No character, no thought, no creativity. A hard worker who does not question, he seems unimportant, but is actually a main character. Just wait, you'll see.

Pino is the autoreiv child. She is not infected with Cogito as we see Vincent verify.

"What could be important enough to change my schedule?" This sums up Raul Creed perfectly. He is the perfect chief, he does his job well, follows all protocols, and is a bit of a prick. *cough* stringent. He is, however, very effective, to put it mildly.

Re-L, if you care to read her journal, is very nosy to the point of paranoia. She is researching the Cogito Virus, the new Security Bureau head, the autoreiv disposal (including Vincent Law), keeping tags on everything she can and doing more than a little of her own research into it all. She distrusts everything. And she is pretty stuck up. She programmed Iggy with his personality, "Turing application," and has him doting on her and calling her princess. Despite her attitude and annoyance at him, he is exactly how she wants him to be, which is a lens into her own character. She disobeys orders, gets in trouble with her grandfather (the head of the city, remember) and in general operates independently of authority and everyone.

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Creepily, the lives of the citizens are not valued in comparison to this secret monster proxy thing. At least 41 have died in this paradise, and yet the proxy is not to be killed. "We can always up production." Raul doesn't even react to these cold pronouncements.

Raul gets some information about the proxy from both the Regent and Daedalus, but not its reason for existing in the first place. Daedalus and Raul both exchange looks when they realize that they both seem to operate independently, intelligently, and they both seem to be interested in power. Probably both power of the literal kind and of the knowledge kind. They are not mindless drones, but leaders with motivations and objectives of their own making. Daedalus is shown to have some kind of connection to Re-L and Raul does not, but becomes aware of her general activities.

That was Vincent passing Iggy going the opposite direction, who then dismounts and pursues an infected autoreiv, killing it.


Then Iggy sees Re-L's notebook open with an alert, and turns around in a rush. Presumably there has been a murder or an infected autoreiv sighting or something of the like to alert him of danger.


And Re-L is attacked by two monsters. Proxies. They do her no harm, in fact the first seems to act fascinated or lovingly, shedding tears. The second just seems to attack the first, perhaps in protection. It seems to shove the first away. Or else just in anger. They fight oddly, jumping with grace and swiping with claw-like hands. They are very, very alien with strange forms and disguises.

And that is it for the first episode.

So much is said to introduce you to the world and set the scene. I think all of the characters are introduced, and their initial personalities revealed. The mysteries are laid on thick, and the plot set into motion. A few things I have pointed out will come up later, and some of the themes are already delved into rather deeply.

On that note - what is the ideal society?
What makes humans different from robots?
What is independence and can humans be so mindless that they lose all worth?
What is better, to serve society or to serve the individual? What makes someone a good person?
Can a paradise ever be worth living in? Isn't it boring by definition?
Romdeau's structure seems to suggest that leaders cannot be mindless, but have to be thinking people. Is that necessarily true?
What is the purpose of rights if not to serve society and the individual? If it is to serve them, then shouldn't people be willing to give them up for their own greater good? If not that, then what about for society's greater good?
Do people naturally stop thinking when they have nothing to strive for, or fear? Or is that a product of the way Romdeau is run? Or is it the way the autoreivs make thinking optional?
Is it necessary to have a lower class in a perfect society, to make it run smoothly both mechanically and socially? Already they are devoid of danger, so aren't some harmless goals or punishments necessary? When there is no danger of cruelty, is discrimination alright?




DO NOT VIEW SPOILERS UNTIL YOU HAVE WATCHED THE ENTIRE SERIES. SERIOUSLY. I do not hold anything back and reveal things from the last episode all the time. It is part of Ergo Proxy to be confused, see them revealed, and then re-watch it to understand all the double meanings that were thrown everywhere. Maybe it sucks, but it will seem far fetched and childish and nonsensical to read it now, and will remove all of the interesting way the story is operating on two levels at once. Both are interesting to experience, but they gain value for each existing independently. Plus, just getting a handle on the basic plot is necessary before you can understand all the background motivations and situations. Besides, I can totally be wrong about some things, and you're going to want to have some basis for your own opinions and interpretations of the less concrete stuff. There is plenty to work with on the first viewing. Save the weird extra-meaning stuff for after you have finished it, then read to your heart's content. Please, please, I beg you. I'm not just saying this as some sort of rigid fan about "The one true way to watch it." I really mean that reading all of the spoiler stuff will make the series unenjoyable and confusing without any real benefit. Boring and not worth watching at all if it is just a cross-reference-to-things-you-have-never-seen, with so much information and straight up plot points you don't understand, but reading it afterward and seeing how it ties together and is revealed without ever being said is interesting.

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The advertisements on the walkway feels like deja vu to me. I think it is referencing something but I cannot figure out what.

Vincent Law is beyond a pushover. He wrote this apology when he failed to bring in the infected autoreiv because it punched him meters into the air, probably seriously injuring him... (from Re-L's investigation).

Ergo Proxy The Companion Viewing Guide


This will be the standard layout:
Section one, denoted by the episode title, will go mostly chronologically with general observations of important things to pay attention too in the plot, some perceived significance of things, and some questions I think it provokes. It will discuss some of the references and summarize some reasons and implications for events, as well as remind you of important details you may have forgotten. This section will be completely spoiler free from later episodes.

Section two will be where I can answer as best I can all the links and ties to future episodes, and will be extremely spoilerific and hidden by tags. It will dissect a few things and suggest some explanation for some events and how they unfold within the timeline. I'll probably also end up having to throw in a lot of the meaningful questions here because of the cause of them being completely from knowledge of later episodes and how characters change etc.

Section three is where I will free to go wild with theories, interpretation, and personal significance that is completely off the books, but still really really resonated with me. I'll also devolve into rants and side ruminations here. This too if it is deep in spoiler territory, will be hidden with tags unless you reveal it yourself.


Episode 1:Pulse of Awakening/Awakening
Episode 2:Confession of a Fellow Citizen/Confession
Episode 3:Leap into the Void/Mazecity
Episode 4:Signs of Future, Hades of Future/Futu-Risk
Episode 5:Recall/Twilight
Episode 6:Return Home/Homecoming
Episode 7:RE-L124C41+
Episode 8:Light Beam/Shining Sign
Episode 9:Shards of Brilliance/Angel's Share
Episode 10:Existence/Cytotropism
Episode 11:In the White Darkness/Anamnesis
Episode 12:When You're Smiling/Hideout
Episode 13:Conceptual Blindspot/Wrong Way Home
Episode 14:Someone Like You/Ophelia
Episode 15:Nightmare Quiz Show/Who Wants to Be in Jeopardy!
Episode 16:Dead Calm/Busy Doing Nothing
Episode 17:Never-Ending Battle/Terra Incognita
Episode 18:Sign of the End/Life After God
Episode 19:The Girl with a Smile/Eternal Smile
Episode 20:Sacred Eye of the Void/Goodbye, Vincent
Episode 21:The Place at the End of Time/Shampoo Planet
Episode 22:Bind/Bilbul
Episode 23:Proxy/Deus ex Machina



Opening Credits: Transcribed Text






I did it! I completed the guide, and now am just improving it at my leisure. Below is what I wrote back when I first began:
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I want to do it. I want do it for every episode.

I want to write a guide for first time viewers hinting at what there is to notice while they watch for the first time
and I want to do it for experienced viewers who might not have seen all the references and meaning that I have
and I want to do it for all the wild theories and wonderful wonderful significance that I have found in some of the more simple coincidences.



There is absolutely no way I will succeed or finish such an ambitious project. I didn't even finish my lazy bullet list of all the things I thought cool for each episode a couple of years ago. I got pretty far and wrote quite a few pages at that. But still, not even close to such a finished product that I'm so impudently suggesting now.

But I've wanted to do it for a long time now and at the moment I have the energy and I can hope that eventually, maybe, some star-crossed day, I'll finish it to the last episode's finale.

I'll also try to keep up with the links so that each episode links to another and to the main post with all the links.

So.

Without further ado, welcome to Ergo Proxy you poor soul. May she accompany you well now, and forever more.


(Very very very late idea: If indeed I ever get around to it, I would love to go back and insert a lot of the wonderful scenes and images from the anime. Not only would it be illustrative and pretty-up the text walls of analysis, it would also probably help comprehension and sometimes is actually kind of critical for the times I have translated or seen iconic imagery.
On that note, the opening credits for the anime itself has a treasure trove of text that deserves attention, and I have not yet translated or even edited the screen captures to make the text readable. [done] I still don't know what I'm missing from that piece of exposition. A timeline would also be nice. And fixing all of the spelling changes. [done])

28 November 2012

Teh epic internets

Was late on my way to physics (we are learning about oscillations, waves, sound, light, and other things which is all pretty cool and finally I understand them better which is inherently great but not what I want to talk about at the moment) and some one walked by playing music. Three seconds later I whirled around and laughed loudly. It was Len and Rin, Vocaloid, Kokoro, being played by some guy at CSU no less.

I was too late (in both senses) to chase him down and... I don't know, congratulate him?
For what?
Knowing something I know?
Being unashamed to enjoy something obscure and atypical?
Well, yes, these things too, but what so delighted me wasn't him at all. The idea of it. That my world, that our times are so ruled by the internet and ideas.
That society is just now coming into its own (or more historically accurate, still coming into its own) for experimenting and sharing ideas, but already ideas change the world far, far more that anything material.
When I talk to other people it is about concepts and not objects. Wars are fought over ideals and methods instead of straight transfer of resources. I spend most of my life reading and apprehending instead of getting and working for material things. I can count on the things that I do own would have been made efficiently with machines and worked out processes that have been the combined efforts of many people improving and refining one on top of another to make the result many fold better than the first attempts.

I live in an age of ideas, we all do, and we talk and transfer and improve on them constantly all the time as our very way of life.

We don't look at other people and value them based upon how much they own or how much they can work, we value our interaction, conversation, and exchange of ideas far more.
The internet allows us to do it further and more often and with more types of people, and this is something many people have noticed and pointed out.
But what captivated me here, at that moment, was how such a place dominates our lives. Socially of course, but also our education, cultures, entertainment, work, family... everything is tied to the internet because everything exists in the realm of ideas and the internet is the best way in our time for ideas to be preserved and communicated.

I've said it before, but it is no less true with time, I am glad that I live in this time period.
(And how impossible it is for me to image living in any other time. (...) How was it that I exist now instead of earlier or later? What would that have been like? What would I have been like? How can I manage to imagine it partially, when the concept itself is probably an illogical question?)

I'm Lonely and the World is Big

So now I know what I want to be, and I am on my way to becoming it. The trouble being I don't know how to make myself happy, nor am I sure that I should be trying to.

The common problem being - if I do things for the short term I feel bad that I'm not thinking long term and if I do things for the long term I feel bad that I'm not thinking of the short term. That and sleep is ever telling me to sleep more and sleep less.

But those are mediocre problems and I think they will pass with time. I retain hope in any case, that they will take care of themselves.

What has been most interesting is what I have been learning with that time. Everywhere I look, the people that I admire are fighting the same demons I am. The people who love to create and learn and love are all faced with this. I never saw it before, but now I think it really is a universal problem.

Cakebread is afraid he is doing the same things over and over, thinks his works are menial, and is trying to learn how to do the things he wants to do - against his natural lifestyle tendency.

Nightmare Mode author talks about a world that demands creativity be limited to pre-approved creativity, and how people are told they are nobody unless they conform. A world where everyone is a great artist, author, intellect, and creator, but almost no one realizes it.

Another author from Nightmare Mode talks about how we experience beauty all in different ways and that wonder at sharing it. Yet somehow this is an unusual thing.

And an Ontological Geek writer who is struggling with how he looks at himself and his activities and how much he wants to define himself and how much he wants to be defined.

Redditors, a faceless mob of earnest individuals, seem to be wrestling with who they are and talk with some bitterness about who they wish they were. Other in their mix are pulling themselves above what they thought they could be and reach back to the rest.

Movies, poetry, and music of people all over the world standing against the tide in their own ways. Celebrating what we have done and know, yearning for what we will someday achieve.

I see philosophers dealing with these intrinsic problems and how we can possibly keep trying to go on in a world that is either empty or filled with meaning.

I see my friends struggling to figure out just what they should do to live their lives, trying to figure out what they really care about and what they should do about it and how much they should follow or renounce their lives.

I see my family who sees that there are things they could improve on, but don't seem to see the gaping philosophical maelstrom that is causing it.

I see Rin, trying desperately to know herself and her world when she can't even begin to describe them, and how she is drowning against the impossible odds.

I see my stories and writings and cries against this impasse, I see my progress and my understanding, and I see how I may find a path for myself, but how impossible it seems to make any real difference such a monstrous enigma that faces every intelligence on every scale.

So then this problem will always haunt me, and yet it doesn't.

There are times I forget it and am happy, not just in that easy temporary sense, but in a real sense. That I have found answers and am surmounting it, against all possibility.

What does that make love? A shelter against all the worlds unknowns and obstacles and troubles?

Yes.
It is exactly that.

In how I know I can survive without, but am so much in debt to how much it has helped me [under]stand.
In how much it can consume others, who stop, give in to it, and never look forward again.
In how I am guilty of using it and setting it aside and using it again.
In how it is a world apart, and yet draws its meaning from all the world itself.
In how I find myself asking for it again and again and again, without any real cause for it... still I hold myself and long for it. [and long for it]
How when there are reasons I can or should deny it, that I know the reasons come from someone that has given up instead of someone who wants to live.
And yet, how when I turn to it for help, I feel like I am turning away from the world.
How it can be that I escape away from my vexes and yet solve them at the same time.



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So what of the things I listed and spoke of? Is that it? Just that I noticed them?
Well.
Yes and no. It is itself a surprise that I am still working on, to see and notice it so often. But more than that, all I can seem to make of it, is that while I am not actually alone, the problem is so damn insurmountable.
Hence... "I'm Lonely and the World is Big."

23 November 2012

I see living ghosts


I don't know what's happening to me.

I knew what I wanted, what I was.

I knew what I feared, what would happen.

I surfaced and knew what I feared had happened, and held my breath and let it happen.

Then it left me and I was free to breath again, but still I held my breath.

And now I am sleep walking, nether alive nor underworld.

Now I have myself opened up again and am seeing, feeling, reaching out, and filling with important beautiful things.

I am even attempting to write and capture these things, these thing that are objectively, spiritually, exactly what I have always wanted.

I don't even have a nagging feeling of something wrong, or some problem that I need to focus on and solve.

But something still is closed off.

Maybe it is that I am not feeling the need or desire to reach out to my love. Though that should be less than a problem.

But something is still closed off.

Something.


As I imply, I feel like I am surrounded by ghosts, and yet I also feel like I am seeing beautiful things about life. I was moved by people's work. Yet I wasted so much time this morning trying to not think by watching nothing. Yet again, I was surprised to find myself cry at the intention behind an otherwise poorly constructed music video. I have been smiling and nodding at the meaning of music, actually speaking up to try and support someone, dressing with the intention to breath and think clearly, trying to begin writing things dear to my heart, and somewhat succeeding.

And yet, I do not think myself fully in the world of the living. Still I feel sealed off and still I feel half complete.

Ah.

Still these words are devoid of the weight they ought to carry.

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I really really managed quite a bit today. In philosophy, in music, in games, and fiction. About myself and in areas I haven't worked with before. By the end I was myself, the way I wanted to be, and I end the day very (very very) worn out, but satisfied that the earlier mindlessness and general wrongness is gone or small compared to what I've done and accomplished between then and now.
I'm twisting, trying so hard. With my mind, with my instinct, with my passion and morals and ideals; to either create something beautiful or learn how to be beautiful myself. It's working and I'm enjoying it, but I'm still certain it's not enough. It's making me happy and sad. So am I making progress, or still misguided? You can't know, but I still want to write to the silence and speak to . ... as if there are answers for me. So please do worry and ask, each time it comforts me and makes me happy and helps me. I /can/ do it on my own, as I always fiercely tell myself. But to my surprise help brings me so much farther.

14 November 2012

Another Attempt to Accept And Amend

If I can think of how I do things as creating instead of destroying, then I might be able to live right.

As I thought before, if I can do things because I want instead of have to, I would be far better off.

As I thought before, I accomplish a lot, and yet never gain any satisfaction. Is it because I think of them as removing troubles instead of adding good?

Is it because I manage to get so much done by scaring myself into achieving. If I don't, where will I be. If I fail, how much worse it will be. If I neglect I will fall and destroy what I have carefully assembled.

As I thought before, if I try another way, a better way, won't I risk making irreversible mistakes?

As I thought before, I am obsessing about protecting, about procuring, safeguarding, from that mythic unknown danger that lurks in the future has been my central goal.

Build a tower above a swirling vortex of void. I tasted the air above, and I want it. I wanted escape from ever breathing, ever looking at that inky sucking whirlpool of fear and ruin. But not only is it splashes and turbulence, but it rises with me as I climb.

Instead I should be filling myself with fruit and light, diving into that black maelstrom, living within and apart from it.

It has elements of training my mind, in a sort of martial arts dojo sort of way. It has elements of training my mind in a sort of quiet spiritual temple sage-monk sort of way. It has elements of breaking away and indulging in a wild artist's passion. It has elements of simple happiness and easy-going cheer at the things I come across.

Follow your passions.
Of course I dislike the phrase, but only because passion is used in such a limited sense. Passion itself is a word I dislike despite loving it's multiple definitions individually.

Passion of a bright-eyed, radical, determined, twenty-something.
Passion of an experienced and learned professional.
Passion of a relationship, devoted to each other.
Passion or a monk, with intention to use their mind and soul to seek the path to enlightenment.
Passion of a dedicated and excited hobby-ist, for everything remotely related to their field.
Passion of a child for a game and the meaning they discover there.
Passion bright. Passion dark. Passion proclaimed, passion private. Passion wild, passion quiet.

Yes, I need to learn to have passion, but not in any one way. Yes I have passion now, but somehow it has been obscured and turned towards separation instead of dawning. (of life, of creation, of beauty)

Yes I have made plans and enjoyed many things and discovered many meanings and things important to me. Yet they all remain transient and lost. That itself is not a problem, excepting how they become lost. They are laid down before they are explored. They are watched as they decay, wither, and disappear. They are not set aside in favor of another, but set aside in fear of ....? losing them and all the others I may discover later, unless I pursue protecting myself instead?

I cannot promise I will be able to accomplish the many things I am interested in and hope to do. Certainly not if I continue setting them aside in favor of tireless preparation. But I can, and already have illustrated goals and dreams. If I can become better at lessening my preparation, increasing my eagerness and willingness to keep following my interests without fear.... eh, it's more simple than that. If I can act out of a desire to create instead of a fear at loss. (Not just sometimes, but more and more all the time) Then most everything I want..... it will be so easy to reach.... and not this conflicted struggle.







//// is it really that simple? Is it really just forgiving myself. Is it really just noticing the difference between thinking "I have done badly" and "I want to (don't want to) think that I have done badly?"

08 November 2012

The expectation's too damn high

I constantly take note of what I say, how I act, and what it reveals about myself, both in public and on the internet. Similarly I do my best to keep track of and piece together clues about other people's lives from their own statements, knowledge, and behavior. If I'm flattering myself, I'd call it a little game of Sherlock, trying to glean as much information as possible out of what little is directly given.

As such, I've been very careful to keep specifics out of my various online profiles, this one included. And as such I'm a bit reluctant, but resigned to the fact that I'll talk about the fact that I am in school. It still doesn't indicate much for certain, although it does strongly suggest a likely age range of around 8 years. This too, I am disappointed to communicate. It might have a little to do with wanting to stay nice and safe in anonymity, but my main reason is how I come across to any potential readers. I don't want to be seen as a specific person from a specific place. I want my message to be universal and apply to and from any age range, any culture, any geographic location, any gender, and any walk of life. I don't want to be stereotyped, but the reason I don't want to be stereotyped is because I want my message to stand for itself as much as possible and not be diminished or exaggerated by any personal position that I happen to be in at the moment.

That said, now you know a bit more about me than I would like, but so goes it, because what I want to talk about and use as an example to examine my own personality is how I am doing in school. The same goes for my exact grades. I do not want to be known for a average, high, or low performer. It should not matter nor should it play in to what I'm talking about.

There are times I don't have things coming up, or things to worry about or prepare for, but those are precious few times. There are times I blow off my work or consciously decide to spend time time having fun or doing other things, but even though my life seems balanced enough to me, it doesn't work. I still get worn and moody and frustrated.

Despite all my studying and work I will get middling grades. Despite all the time I spend doing nothing and avoiding work and not studying, I still have decent grades.

I forgot about a test this week. I woke up after a late night with 3-4 hours of sleep at 6 or 7 am and worked for an hour and a half or so. The test was hard, easier than the last one, but there was a lot I got wrong or didn't know. Then, two days later I had another test, today. This one I studied for for over three days, again waking up at 6 or 7 in the morning (no alarm, I just wake up for no reason and feel rested enough... on 5-6 hours of sleep. I do get tired later in the day...) and studying for an hour and a half or so. It was not as much as I have before for similar tests, which I am barely getting passable grades on. I think I did poorly on it today, more so than usual.

I have a test tomorrow that I have not had time to study for until today and I do not want to concentrate on anything let alone go back to working.

Yesterday I had a fascinating conversation with a friend that lasted for a good 45 minutes I think. It came out of nowhere and was really nice and in depth about things I care about. It left me happy, but it wasn't enough.

Two (or was it three?) days ago I went to a party which was fun and loud and I fit in. Then, late at night, it turned to absolutely entrancing subjects and I was able both to listen in to personal and important and thoughtful discussion as well as help guide and provoke it. That lasted for several hours deep into the night.

It wasn't enough to stop this restless unhappiness from setting in.

I'm going to be going on a trip, getting away from here and getting to spend time with my love tomorrow. I can't see past my current state. Not to the test. Not to the transportation arrangements. Not to the evening I arrive. None of it elicits a reaction.

I received a paper back today with a grade of 96%. I studied a lot for that test and needed a good grade for that class. I felt a flicker of happiness that died almost immediately. I sort of dully thought, "this is about how I should be doing regularly which how much work and knowledge I have." It was, of course, a little angry/sad/bitter for a thought, but this too did not carry as much emotion as you might think. I thought it, and then it was gone and I was just holding a paper that I had hoped to get, but didn't feel any real emotion towards.

It's not fair.

I'm grateful that when I do poorly on tests and assignments that I can look at them and rationalize them and that I just feel something along the lines of, "that was negative" and just move on.

But it's not fair that even after I have accepted that the grades I am getting are okay and about as good as I will get. Even after I have struggled and put in work, or avoided and not put in work; that when I get a good grade; or have done good work; or get recognized; that there is no response.

I don't get to feel proud. I don't get to feel happy. I don't get to feel like I achieved something.

I just get to not feel bad, and I get a sense of, "that's how it should be, why isn't it like that more often" before the next thing to worry about settles over me.



Look at how much time and work I put in. Look how much I know. Look how many classes I am taking. Look how much I enjoy all kinds of topics. Look how much I don't complain and do my best. Look how much I don't cram or cheat or try to get scores instead of understanding. Look how hard these classes are and how much everyone has to try hard to do well. Look how much concentration it takes and how I write my own notes. Look at the institution I am going to and how early I am already in upper division classes. Yes there is a lot I don't do and don't study and yes I am far from the best student in any of my classes. But why hasn't anyone noticed? Why doesn't anyone care? Why is it always just when a grade drops a little bit that it is noteworthy. Why can't I feel even the least bit of happiness or reward or accomplishment for all I do and have done? Why is it always business as usual and not, "wow, that's pretty impressive, good job." Why is it only guilt and why does it have to be only struggle and effort and transgression and trying to make up for when I haven't done as well as I should. Why, when I do better than I expected do I only think, "you should do this well all the time, you can do better than you have been." Yes, I know it's true. Yes, actually I get along alright without getting upset or excited one way or the other. Yes, I've been similar to this for a long time, and yes I always cope pretty well and pull through and do well. Yeah, I have free time and yeah I'm not filling my days and wearing myself out with too much to do. Yeah, I can do better, and yeah I've got decent grades.

Yeah, I haven't even studied yet and yeah I'll be studying tonight and staying up late and probably doing alright on that test.

...

I wish I could just stop thinking for an hour, a day, a week. Just stop.

It's just too bad: I've done similar and it doesn't work or help. What little I recover is perfectly equalized by the time that I lost instead of preparing for the next problem.

I'm worn out. Tired, but more than tired in mind and body. Tired at life. Tired at thinking. Just stop already. Just stop everything.

07 November 2012

Voting

I can't decide how much I trust other people's ability to make informed decisions. (I don't) but taking away their rights is wrong for several reasons that I think we can agree upon.

It undermines the core intent and redeeming factors of the system we have.

It is simple arrogance to suppose that you have all the answers and know better than the anonymous peoples, whose right you are taking away.

You would obviously not want the same done to you. Why? Because you think you know best. Like everyone. So don't think you are self-righteously doing what is correct, because everyone believes they know best. I don't know about you, but we manage to refrain from going crazy that everyone does not agree with us on everything and respect other people's thoughts, lives, and rights because we are civilized.

Everyone will vote for different reasons, and supposedly the combination of votes will result in a very real and correct choice based on that very conglomeration of reasons being expressed by such a huge number of individuals.

If they are voting "wrongly" than either your position is wrong in some respect, or they do not understand how right your position is. Either way, there is a failure you should endeavoring to remedy. Educate, speak up, or find out what you yourself may have overlooked.

This is a place for everyone. This is everyone's country. You agree to live here because of everyone else and what we create as a whole. If that is wrong and intolerable, yes, you can leave. If it is acceptable, then try your best to improve what we have. For yourself and everyone.

There are perhaps deeper things I could examine with this topic and these points, but I think I have put a few simple facts down accurately, and perhaps in an unusual way that still deals with why voter fraud, even for a "good cause" is wrong anyway.

I'm still disgusted with how ignorant people are. I'm still wondering if I really have a right to cast a vote when I am so ignorant myself. I still wonder if there isn't a better way with people having some sort of criteria for being required to vote or restrained from voting, or needing to take a course or test on the issues. I still want there to be some kind of enforcement for accuracy and honesty and scientific feasibility for the issues and platforms and candidates.

I still think a lot of the issues, even if they are real issues, are being voted for in the wrong manner. I mean that in the respects that it is questionable how much the intentions of the president are relevant to his abilities. Can he change the economy? Can he change the international relations? Can he change the civil rights? Yes, and no. It is up to Congress, businesses, diplomats, courts, and society. Yes he can be a symbolic leader, yes he can cause things to start into motion, yes he can raise awareness. How much? And how much is effect instead of cause? We don't know, and I guess we just do our best to vote for our intentions instead of practicality, because we really, really don't know all the inner workings. Not even the most informed of us.

Happy election day.

02 November 2012

Litany

There are few things I find myself repeating over and over. I repeat them because they are true, or I haven't realized them completely, or I don't have a good way to describe them. Whatever the reason, it annoys me to find myself returning to saying the same things. It's along the lines of : "I've already said that. It's lame to merely repeat it again."

So what exactly am I thinking of, that I keep repeating ad nauseam?

It seems I have "realized" around three times in a row, now, that I gave not been living or thinking the way that I want. (Not just want, but think I morally ought. The way that is _right for me to think and live._) Maybe it is slightly different each time, but really it is the same damn thing. Each time a revelation, but I should have already known it from the last time....

I keep saying that I will return to topics at some point and finish or rewrite them. Which isn't so bad, except it is for almost everything I write and I do not return to them more than 50% of the time.

I keep hesitating and not speaking up about things. On topics I care about, or to people I want to know, or people I want to get back in touch with, or pursuing things I'm interested in.

I keep intending to take care of business but never getting around to it.

I keep talking about myself and my emotions and thoughts about how I live. And then feeling ashamed that I keep doing it so much of the time. While all the things I say matter to me, it's all silliness. For one, I keep doing it, over and over. And besides that, the things I react so strongly to don't seem like they should be so overblown and important. They hardly change anything, or are obvious, or are just so insignificant compared to all of the good things I have and all of the bad things I have never had to deal with. It doesn't help that they are so simple and obvious things that everyone knows and hears. (Actually, that fact isn't so bad. Realizing how general principles should be taken in each instance is a far cry from being aware of the vaguest of advice.) No. Rather, the thing that bothers me most about it is closer to the nagging annoyance that I'm devoting so much attention to me. It all just reeks of shallowness and id. There are other reasons it is distasteful too - it doesn't seem healthy. It seems so limited when there are things a thousand times more interesting, more important than the specifics of my conscious. I wouldn't like to see it in others, especially such compulsive necessity, and so frequently. And yet. All of that negative reaction to it drops away if I were only doing it for myself, it's the knowledge that I'm pushing it on someone else that is aversive - each time I do it for myself I know I am working through something bothering me and it's interesting to understand how and why I think the way I do. I even like the overall concept of doing that; understand ourselves and why and how we think.... That is, until I actually do it in the light of someone else's gaze. Then how self-absorbed and simplistic to have such a focus on such a thing.

I keep telling myself I will do better, I will work harder, I will do the things I list as wanting to do. And I continue not making a significant difference one way or the other.

I keep noticing good and nice things, paying them mind and feeling generally harmonious and amicable and content and blissful, but never do these things get the same attention I pay to my troubles. I don't record them nearly as often, even though they are almost often as important and I want them to last just as much.

Along with that, I keep not giving myself credit or being satisfied when I accomplish things. Maybe it's my standards being too high, but I suspect it is closer to never being very comfortable or familiar with being happy for having done something. I like it about myself that I care more about the reasons behind and the intention. Being satisfied that I am good rather than I am doing good. Which would be fine, except I am not in possession of the same self assurance that I used to have, many years ago.

It also ties back to talking about myself. Part of it is not liking that I am acting in such a way, and part of it is really feeling inconsistent with how I think of myself. I don't think of myself as constantly critiquing the very foundation of how I think. I don't think of myself as gloomy or easily upset or insecure. The complete opposite, yet I've been acting very much contrary wise. I don't think of myself as caring about grades, and yet I am so very hesitant to act so. I don't think of myself as unsocial, and yet I have no close friends here. I don't think that I am lazy and yet I frequently have been doing as little work as I can get away with. I don't think of myself as dependent, and yet sometimes I wonder how much I would be lost without Jackson. I am used to thinking that I am naturally disconnected from the way everyone else thinks, but it would appear that isn't so.

Saying so reminds me of another thing, I am getting tired of saying, "that is not how I used to be," and constantly commenting on how I have changed or no longer am the way I had been. I am interested in comparing how I am to how I used to be and figuring out why, but it seems to never stop coming up. The alternative is to just think of it in terms of "this is how I am now" which might be better, I don't know.

I wish I would stop finding myself repeating the same tired ideas and concepts and phrases, and I am somewhat consoled to see many different themes have come and gone through my life. As much as I don't like how I repeat myself, at the same time, I don't want to just turn away from a topic for the sake of turning away because an old point has reared its head again. I keep thinking these things for a reason. Because they /are/ relevant to me right now, and I /do/ need to keep working through them over and over until they are cleared away and I am completely free of whatever is still dissatisfying me.