A daytime blog. Quietly Jesu meine Freude, the motet that could make me christian, plays, w/ city noise accompanying. Profound tiredness of sociality, even family sociality. One of my checkpoints passed empty. Am I actually doing anything? i.e., intentions are good, but one needs some positive action. Perhaps one's self needs to be the first to go. Caught a sliver of Sandra Bullock's odd vehicle 28 days, in which she plays a hard living alkie who learns the true meaning of xmas or some such bullshh. Anyway, in it earnestly madtoothed steve buscemi played a councillor, and he said r.e. dipsos' post-stoppingdrinking social intercourse, get a planet. In a year, get a pet. If, in a couple of years, both are still alive, then have a relationship. Now when I first saw this movie a few years ago a few months dry, I assumed that the relationship was with the plant/pet. But today, I read in a textbook on botany that - and I quote - it is impossible for a human being to have a physical relationship with a plant*. Accordingly, owing to the illegality of beastiality when not in holland, and the film wasn't set in holland, or if it was, no indication of this was given, drawing on Aristotle's distinctions of different types of living soul, I am lead to conclude - quartus non daturwise - that he meant the relationship to be with fellow homo sapiens.
To conclude, i'm tired, and at least pseudo-lonely. And perhaps indeed like iron pyrite under analysis it'll be revealed to be false; but in the absense of such analysis, it feels real.And there seems nothing within my power to do about it. One can align oneself outwards; one can aim the cannon, but a shot needs to be fired eventually. And therein lies the problem.