Introspection is my vice. Okay, within the grand scope of vices, self-reflecting too much isn't exactly sexy.

The sheer existence of the concept of "social justice" depresses me. Within this haughty and grandiose web of humanism we weave, you'd think there'd be some semblance of being "more" than animals.

Oh, what an irony. What a tragic, fucking irony. Our adherent usage of schematic thinking-- labeling, classification, and exclusion-- seems entirely devoid of rational thought. It's animalistic, but entirely more so than actual animals.

If we're so elevated on a higher pulpit than the common organism, why are we so insistent on applying a bastardized form of Darwinism on ourselves? Racially based hate? Selective injustices? Selective breeding is a nature phenomena, as it serves a purpose of maintaining a good genetic pool-- the previous two are a sad exemplification of just how "morally conscious" we all are.

Bullshit.

I believe in the unspecified capacity of man to rise above our petty and animalistic selves. Difficult and seemingly impossible? You bet. However, with such capacity for higher thought and absolute moral-goodness, you'd think man would've crossed this ridiculous threshold years ago.

I'd like to think we're most than just animals. Entirely idealistic? Perhaps.

But hey, nothing like daily interactions to challenge your core beliefs!

It's been a barrage of quotes and lyrics lately... I won't buck the trend for this post, either.

"Now we rise, and we are everywhere."- Nick Drake

A fantastically ethereal and serene line.

"It's not if but how it will break you down,

and how attached you are to that shaky ground.

Will you let it take you to where it wants you to be?

When the wings are too heavy to fly,

and there�s no refuge in sight,

the ones who will survive will be brave enough to stare it back in the eye."

-Sims

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then He is not omnipotent.

Is He able, but not willing? T hen He is malevolent.

Is He both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil?

Is He neither able nor willing? Then why call Him God?

--Epicurus

Wherever life pushes you, you're still always your own center of gravity.

There are few things I can't fake. This is one of them.

I've never felt anchored to all of this. It's impossible for me to understand, to fully integrate wholly into this world. I'm not sure what I'd attribute it to, but it's the ultimate form of compliance to just... accept it all.

How does one live with such primal and simple pleasures? We continue our extended rat-race, and pass the baton off to the next generation, and repeat the perpetual cycle of nothingness. We seek our intrinsically meaningless pleasures, stretch for fleeting statuses... all for what?

It's not the acceptance of the fact. I suppose I've managed to camouflage, and have taken sanctity in certain activities as well. But is there no realization of what lies beyond our narrow scopes?

Man was given the enormous freedom to ponder. However, we ignore this fact, and continue our blind course.

I go through the motions, save-face, and put on the charade of similitude. But frankly, it takes effort that I just wish I didn't have to utilize. There's no heart for me here.

Everyone's rooted, and I was dug up a long time ago.