Gesticulations + Vacillations

Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot will be shot.  - Intro. to Huckleberry Finn

I have scribbled out enough "bubbles”  with various blog ideas more than a dozen times now. (You would almost think I was a little kid with a brand new wand and soap solution.) People talk about writers block, but what they don’t say is that it has very little to do with the inability to write. It has everything to do with writing something that other people would enjoy reading. You could argue that writing should be viewed like abstract art; it doesn’t really matter what it looks like, it’s all in the interpretation of it. - I’ve read enough terrible poetry to know that the beauty must be conveyed in the imagery.

It’s really hard to write while listening to music, but sometimes it’s harder to sit and think about what I want to say when all is silent. There are times when I look forward to having time all by myself, but most often being left alone with your own thoughts is quite agitating. We can’t ever escape from managing all of life’s affairs. There’s a certain sense that somehow everything will manage to make itself right and that eventually all of our hard work will be rewarded.
                        
I’m not convinced that it works like that. State of mind isn’t contained by emotional parameters. - It’s the unknown operatives at work in the recesses of our subconscious that speak the loudest.

Dido sings a song titled “Life for Rent” and we all know that paying rent isn’t exactly a winning strategy. However, since we are only allotted a very small amount of time on this earth, it’s logical to conclude that it isn’t a permanent residence.

There are always those moments of unexpected insight, where you understand that for all your efforts there’s nothing you can do that will allow you to hold on to everything that you’ve worked for. It’s just you and the computational orb that sits between your ears.

Am I happy? I don’t know. Does happiness even have a definition? I hate when people bring up “It’s all about the journey” nonsense.Either it exists or it doesn’t. You can’t tell me that it’s merely a summation of slightly more positive experiences than negative ones. 

I'm not sure if there would be any point in trying to tie everything together with a singular thought of resolution... so instead I'll list some of the more interesting quotes that I've invented:

The conclusions that are drawn aren’t always indicative of the pending outcome, yet we interpret the results in such a way that they prove the previous assumptions to be correct.   – N.Windsor

They say that ignorance is bliss... but they never accounted for the multitudes of ignorant that missed the memo.  - N. Windsor

History is nothing more than a string of ordinary events flourished with embellishments. - N.Windsor

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I know that I may have skimped on my usual amount of original content, but I’ve managed to compile a list of curious juxtapositions: 


Fishermen in PEI were sentenced for killing some bothersome seals.
Seal Killers Receive Sentencing

...Yet, a group of aboriginal hunters slaughtered an entire elk herd in Manitoba without doing anything illegal. Elk Kill: No Charges Laid.


The  American Medical Association voted to recognize obesity as a disease.
... but you can’t call someone who is mentally handicapped “retarded.”

It is illegal to wear a mask or otherwise conceal your identity during a riot or unlawful assembly.
… but you can park a First Nation on a major transportation route and nobody seems to care. 


~ That's all for now. Thanks for reading.