Virtue In A Patch of Grass

Strange things can and do occur, from time to time when the change is right, or the mind of the individual. I walk to the pond, and on my way look down, for a fraction, just as anybody would. I saw a four leaf clover, so I picked it and went inside. Four-leaf clovers; a product of luck. Said to be lucky for the finder, to bring the finder luck in their life. I have found so many of these things. At one point I had a cd sleeve filled with eight or nine of them. I suppose I never really noticed whether or not they actually did bring me luck. I can tell you that every time I do find one, however, it has a sort of strange effect on me. You begin to think about life, but not necessarily in a conventional fashion. A window opens where you don't normally see windows, and through the filters of magic you see your life, thirsting for more of what is less. Magic, folks. Yes I know, I sound like some hippy zodiac sign obsessed feeler. Well, go fuck yourselves. That's your problem, I suppose. I guess its more compatible or accepted to replace the word magic with love then, eh? Love is just as absurd a concept, when you think about it objectively. Think about the world, before psychology, before popularized and organized science, hell, before language; where were we then? In the grander scheme of things words are inert. Communication is degraded by all these things. Feelings, instincts, intuition; these are still evident in daily life, but we never use them. When it comes down to it all I guess the question is, do you have faith? That is what fuels these concepts, almost solely. I don't mean just faith in, let's say, God, for instance. I mean, faith in the unknown. Here I am, defending the meaning of finding a four leaf clover, which by scientific assoctiation simply means a genetic mutation, but for the better, at least. It's a tricky subject, because believing tends to negate investigation and objectivity; rationalization and scientific method. How much less worthwhile would life be if you knew everything? More than once I have stated how I feel this blog writing business doesn't suit me. I spend more of my time with it defending myself then I do trying to get the point across. I have probably lost the entire point to this entry as well. I KNOW what I feel. I KNOW what I mean. In my sharing perhaps I seek those out that may identify with my perspecitve. This is not so, I am sure.

I surround myself with artists and musicians; the creators, big and small of the times, because I know that they know a little of what I speak of. They are not too far from the plane of thought for which I seed myself. Of course, it is always bits and pieces at best with them, they having just as lofty and personal agenda's as I in their dealings with the world. But the common man is only common because we call him so. There is too much labeling in the world these days. Too many easy outs for things that wouldn't be so hard in the first place if maybe people just had a little faith, a little instinct, a little gut reaction every once in awhile. Just look at history and those that have made the greatest of impacts in it. How much do you really know about them? A bunch of facts, but did you ever learn why they did the things they did, or what permitted their course(s) of action? Mathematics is a prime example. If we have learned anything of mathematics then we know how it is based on faith. Here is a selection from a mathematician and a scientist named Poincare:
"Mathematics isn't merely a question of applying rules, any more than science. It doesn't merely make the most combinations possible according to certain fixed laws. The combinations so obtained would be exceedingly numerous, useless, and cumbersome. The true work of the inventor consists in choosing among these combinations so as to elimintate the useless ones, or rather, to avoid the trouble of making them, and the rules that must guide the choice are extremely fine and delicate. It's almost impossible to state them precisely; they must be felt rather than formulated." What he is talking about is choosing facts. The more simple a fact, the more likely it is to return. If given an infinite amount of time in a laboratory, one might say, "look and notice well," but being that time is a factor, one must make a choice, and that choice is more than just scietifically backed, a product of faith. The faith to make a choice.

I have strayed a bit too far from what I was trying to say earlier, but if you have read this far you have to have some idea of what I'm talking about. I like deliberation; I like being questioned, and having discussion. There are quite a few of you whom I know read this that say nothing. Why do you read it, then? Is it to see if you will be the next subject matter for my material? It is possible, you know. I know who reads this. How about bringing something to the table? I feel that sooner than later I will stop this nonsense because anything I have wanted to gain from it has been left unsatisfied.

I hve no more time to waste on this fruitless endevour for this evening.

-C