Me, Myself and Why

“The scholar attempts to italicize the period at the end of a sentence but no standardized font allows for it; whereas the free spirit changes the period into a Q and fills in the open space with ink and ‘shrinks’ it back into proportion.” – Philosopher Muse

I prefer to avoid using the word ‘I’ while writing for a number of reasons. It has a way of cementing my present views into a fixed position. Yet the ‘I’ that now communicates with you is no longer the same I that completes this sentence.

There are things that I like and sometimes hate, and actions I love but sometimes don’t enjoy doing. Should another hold me down to any of these passing states as though my person can be neatly structured into their conformity box then we have contention rather than mutual understanding.

From my limited perspective, the more extensive this I becomes the more expectations, urges and neediness spring forth from it into the outerness of life seeking validation. The inner and outer brain loses its golden ratio!

There’s also the laziness that the ‘I’ inclines towards. For instance, sometimes it wants to lie down on the job; i.e., to become a forward slash, as in the interval between subjective/objective dichotomies. This can confuse the shit out the ‘I’ and blur our sense of self-knowledge. Should the ‘I’ see itself as the other, then one —you see— seems to smother, and the ‘me’ becomes some remnant of ‘we’.

Another reason for avoiding I as I write is for the purpose of creating additional ways to express myself and to deliberate upon ideas that don’t overly concern my personal take on the matter. Even though some part of me may never escape the conceptualizing process of what you render me as, I too remain impeded upon through your mind cell, and depending to what degree these notions become consensual and reinforced in the collective, you bloody well ought to know that I am not that, or anything else that you conceive, so wrap yourself up in your many layered blanket of fallacy and dream your reality away knowing that this ‘I’ escaped its program in the dead of night.

Rendered in the rabble of an Englishmen, the J-a-s-o-n you think you know remains largely a projection of your own biases and erroneous processes. Judicious-Artistic-Symbiotic-Ontologically-Neon has more codes and algorithms than you can possibly compute in this age so stop pretending that you have all the receptors and criteria for understanding when you clearly don’t know your ass from a disturbance in your holodeck!

About Philosopher Muse

An explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.
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2 Responses to Me, Myself and Why

  1. The Baron says:

    Re: “Rendered in the rabble of an Englishmen, the J-a-s-o-n you think you know remains largely a projection of your own biases and erroneous processes. Judicious-Artistic-Symbiotic-Ontologically-Neon has more codes and algorithms than you can possibly compute in this age so stop pretending that you have all the receptors and criteria for understanding when you clearly don’t know your ass from a disturbance in your holodeck!”

    Hmmm… is this addressed to your ‘I’ or to the reader reading your ‘I’ in your writing?

    Fun exploration……

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