4.12.08

Feelings in jars

Apparently that month was a time of extensive mental activity - I seem to have brough to the day light (maybe daylight if my own consciousness) some truths about life. Heh.


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Guys can’t express their feelings. It is an established fact, don’t try to argue. Notice however that I haven’t denied that they have some, which is maybe a little bit naïve of me. If you meet one who is by some coincidence able to do it, it is just יוצאי דאופן, and we should contact some authority and put those in a museum, because they are probably about to extinct. Looking at this from a biological point of view they should be ahead of others and the evolution should rather support these... ‘organisms’... unique creatures. It certainly enhances their chances of finding a reproductive partner and the view that emotions equal physical weakness is only a creation of the society.
The reason might be that they don’t know what to do with the feelings if they recognize they have them. It’s like making spring cleaning and finding your dead grandmothers pink furry hat and a bunch of empty jars after Uncle Ben’s sauce. Keep them? Throw them away? Use them? For what? So you end up not doing anything placing them back where they had been found just to discover them again next year and have the same set of thoughts. It’s just something that is and has always been there, without any precise definition or instruction of use.

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