Friday, October 19, 2012

Ouroboros: the Tale of a Tail.


 

 Here we are, trying by way of echolocation to find that which has haunted us from the beginning of recorded history: meaning. We open our mouths and send out signals sonar-like to learn about the world through the reverberations. What does this mean you ask? Well what does anything mean is what I respond. But we are choking on our own tales and becoming desensitized to the vibrations and frequencies we ourselves spit out just a short time ago. little animals with big brains, confused about why we act a certain way, why we see things in a specific manner, why we hear things with a particular ear; we’re all screaming—screaming by way of conscience and consciousness and conscientiousness—bemoaning cosmic moral imperatives and vast cultural superstructures, weaving through the fingers of that great lightning, and dragging the stone over the scales of that awesome monolith; the dragon-mountain: the episteme.

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But that ironed-scaled dragon-mountain eats its own tail; it has always and will always devour itself. And so will we. So will we stretch our pouting lips over our own heads and swallow. This is our process, our nature, our destiny. Or at least we tell ourselves such a story. After all it seems right and it feels good. However, it’s not completely fulfilling: that great mental massage. Though we are placated from time to time, it never lasts and we are never truly satisfied, so we must squeeze harder and rub faster in order to reach that seemingly out-of-reach pinnacle, the spark’s origin, the scorched mountaintop. At least we have the hymns of ancient lords to hum while we climb. At least we have the ancient traditions to guide us through lightning’s splintered fingers. Thank the heavens for discourse! And, if we do not like any of it we have new ones too! Like technology and progress. We will find our way yet! But don’t we already know what’s going to happen? About what you ask? We’ll just come back to that original haunting question—you know—the one about meaning. After all, the dragon does eat its own tail.

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  2. God damnit. Why did they link that to my non existent google plus account. Anyway. Cool blog, dude. I made blog. I like ouroboros.

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