Man, have I gotten arrogant lately. It's about time. I've been playing it small altogether too long. The perspective changing notion that I'm a docetic spirit seeking a human experience, rather than being a human seeking a spiritual experience has changed the way I interpret the ways of the world. This means the I am is an embodied mind that has it's limits in the physical body, and insists that only the dictates of conclusions become its only references to prophecy of the future. That's not good enough. Homo sapiens can't know their own possibles in real time.
I've been corrected a couple of times using the "homo sapiens" label. The first time I was corrected for not stressing the "p" in sapiens, and inserting an "f" sound. The second time was tonight while watching Jeopardy. The contestant missed the question because she didn't pronounce the "s" of sapiens. The "s" is not considered a term meaning plurality. Leaving it off if you're only talking about one person seems to be improper.
I'm using the term "homo sapiens" a lot recently because of what I interpreted Sartre to be saying, namely, that homo sapiens have a species flaw. They can't know their own possibles in real time. This is a fascinating argument to me. Most recently, I've begun to wonder if this enigma would be resolved if I were to view the task from the perspective of being a spirit seeking a human experience. This is the most challenging construct I've ever confronted myself with. But, then again, it's still merely a construct. The most fascinating part of investigating life as a spiritual creature attracted to doing something it can't do. This is me alright.
All the systems for thinking about things I've ever studied make their main recruiting tool a ritual for allowing humans to see through the rules of conscience that made false pride and ethics the whole of the law. Who needs that?
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
