Directions?
It's funny. I started this blog because I thought I'd have all kinds of stories to share. I thought I had a crazy enough now and then to justify this experiment. But then, as a prospective lawyer, I realized that that was really more likely to just create a tidy collection of self-incriminating statements that may or may not be used against me in either the court of law.
Lame, hunh? Oh well. Over time, it seems that this blog has become much more intellectual. Kind of my own personal rant zone. I'm not sure if that will keep up now or not. I guess some of the rant-based stuff comes from doubts. Questions. For better or worse, I seem to have a lack of preconceptions in a variety of ways. This can be bad, because sometimes I don't get the things that others get instinctively or nurturedly (whichever). But it also gives me a unique Decartesian freedom to ask why and not be biased by what others presume to be the answer. This quite often leads me to offend people. Sometimes I just do it to play "devil's advocate." But I don't do it to pester, but rather to test the theory. I guess something of Socrates rubbed off on me. I just want to interrogate all wisdom. If the thing is truly representative of wisdom it will stand up to the questions. If not, then it was never that special -- but as Socrates found out, people don't like conventional wisdom being questioned, even if it is wrong.
As a youth, when I was an avid comic book collector, I always loved the character Wolverine (now played by Hugh Jackman in the X-Men movies). He had this devil-may-care attitude and when asked if he wasn't more curious, would just respond that there was too much to know in one lifetime, so he was content with what he did know. I think I loved him in part because he embodied everything simple that I knew I could never be. Life is complex. And when you see the infinite shards splintered across your consciousness, you sometimes want to let everything be black and white, simple and clear. But few things really are that way. If everything was "clear," "obvious," or even "black and white," I don't think we would disagree on things. We would all just agree on everything. I guess the trick is making things work anyway, by relying upon the differences between others and being willing to bridge the gaps between views. At our law school graduation, Bill Clinton called this "interdependence." That works for me.
I don't feel bad when I offend people when I ask why. All I'm doing is searching for truth. Sometimes you find it in weird places.
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posted by mW @ 7:25 PM
Lame, hunh? Oh well. Over time, it seems that this blog has become much more intellectual. Kind of my own personal rant zone. I'm not sure if that will keep up now or not. I guess some of the rant-based stuff comes from doubts. Questions. For better or worse, I seem to have a lack of preconceptions in a variety of ways. This can be bad, because sometimes I don't get the things that others get instinctively or nurturedly (whichever). But it also gives me a unique Decartesian freedom to ask why and not be biased by what others presume to be the answer. This quite often leads me to offend people. Sometimes I just do it to play "devil's advocate." But I don't do it to pester, but rather to test the theory. I guess something of Socrates rubbed off on me. I just want to interrogate all wisdom. If the thing is truly representative of wisdom it will stand up to the questions. If not, then it was never that special -- but as Socrates found out, people don't like conventional wisdom being questioned, even if it is wrong.
As a youth, when I was an avid comic book collector, I always loved the character Wolverine (now played by Hugh Jackman in the X-Men movies). He had this devil-may-care attitude and when asked if he wasn't more curious, would just respond that there was too much to know in one lifetime, so he was content with what he did know. I think I loved him in part because he embodied everything simple that I knew I could never be. Life is complex. And when you see the infinite shards splintered across your consciousness, you sometimes want to let everything be black and white, simple and clear. But few things really are that way. If everything was "clear," "obvious," or even "black and white," I don't think we would disagree on things. We would all just agree on everything. I guess the trick is making things work anyway, by relying upon the differences between others and being willing to bridge the gaps between views. At our law school graduation, Bill Clinton called this "interdependence." That works for me.
I don't feel bad when I offend people when I ask why. All I'm doing is searching for truth. Sometimes you find it in weird places.


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