Today was a melancholy day, a day which required catharsis, absolution and even extreme unction. I was observing as how people consume their repast. I furtively saw that some people keep their head still and bring their hand closer to the cakehole. Second method entails where the hand is still and the cranium moves towards the hand. The third method is where both, the hand and the head, move simultaneously towards each other, making contact in the middle. There just happens to be a forth method where you are minding your own business and some UFO (unidentified food object) just lands in your mouth, such as a fly, wasp, penguin, or an apple; same such thing happened to that Newton fellow.
I asked this femme fatale about her ethnology and she answered that she always puts regular and never premium; university education, what more could be said about that.
Today was my penultimate day of work and it was terrible. You might be surprised to know that there exists a kind of people, in the world, that talk completely in non sequitur, not to mention the amount of fallacies that are engendered during the pleaching process. Now, how to untangle this circumlocution? The best weapon to deploy against a situation where you encounter a dilatant with loquacity powers is taciturnity. This is exactly what I did when they approach, I became completely stoic, anchoritic even to a point, and tried to solve their issues. You want to pull that chain as quickly as possible to flush all the matter away smoothly. This job would be great if it were not for the fatuous groaks.
There is a state in life where you have no more questions, that state is called death. To reach that state you have to burn one thing endlessly–time. Time is the fire in which we burn. Thinking about time causes a certain synesthesia of death.
Today was a purblind day, nothing went according to any plan, I must admit, I was besotted with defeat. It was my normal work day and being the vigilant worker that I am, I woke up late. Before I forget, an emendation is in order. Yesterday I told you about the update of Mediawiki which I boldly performed using the manual process. I forgot to inform you that there was a database upgrade also that needed to be done. I had forgotten that but I did finish that today. Talking about work, they were also performing upgrades from RHEL 7 to 8. This always creates a lot of work for me, fixing ssh keys, expanding lvm and cleaning up old logs, among many more things that made my enthusiasm ebb.
I also noticed today that there are so much pointless services being offered but not much is being produced. Reminds me of Arian and Socinus who produced something but people try so hard to forget them. People who talk loudly about eschatological matters and often labeled as obstreperous and quickly whitewashed.
A turbid day, spent all indoor. A nimbus that encircled my whole ratiocination and caused me to sleep—a lot. Whole day in-and-out of consciousness. I had so much planned for today, but at the end achieved nothing at all. I did manage to bring up-to-date two of my websites that run Mediawiki. Bringing these two sites to the current version (via the manual process) was easier than the automated process—which I still have not figured out. If I were to take a plebiscite on the matter, I would have the proclivity towards the manual process. The two websites only saw a downtime of two minutes during this whole process. After this I had a look at two of my other sites that run Flatpress. I did a quick check and we are still waiting on the next version to be released. They must still be perfecting to perfection. Is that not what the ancient Greeks mostly wasted their time on, searching for The Republic. When do you know you have the complete information to call something perfect?
It is all some type of polity. Whether it might be an oligarchy, totalitarianism, or even the crude and ordure democracy where criminals elect criminals to rule over criminals. How does one fix a system? If my car stops performing its main function—which modern petrolheads forget—‘transport,’ then I must mend the said mentioned machine. Now a car is not a system nor a human which can be put into a metaphysical state. I cannot puts cars into a good or bad category, or can I? When a car breaks or stops its normal function, one does not curse the car or stop giving it the essential needs: oil, petrol, water, break fluid. Will taking away these essential needs be a way to punish the car into reformation? This activity works with humans and maybe it might work with the new AI thinking process. Panel beating things into shape has been the norm for many centuries, why use language of reason when you can brow-beat people into an automaton.
It was a gloomy and tumultuous day with added rain and people with never ending questions. Have you noticed how children ask one question after another, they don’t even much care about the questions. As if the questions are a test of your patience and not of any learning process. Every question does have an answer—fatuous one mostly—and sometimes it could very well be a befitting truer answer, but those are quite often rejected unceremoniously or not even entertained. What exactly is the reason for that? One would suppose people would readily accept any dithyramb answer floating about in the welkin. And they do while engendering an ethereal form of life devoid of any erudition. Let me end with a brilliant envoi:
Questions should only be seen and never heard
Just like watching the movie, “killing a mockingbird.”
