Sporadic Somnambulism, or How I Learned to Detest the Living and Embrace the Dead

The last time I was here it was mid-November. Spring was nearing its end and the relentless heat of summer was only a mildly irritating anticipation at best, a cautionary trepidation at worst

I recall glancing over previous posts awkwardly acknowledging the prolific year of 2005 whilst indignantly scoffing at the 13 years that followed, like a stream of consciousness that had circled the drain and vanished into the great unknown.

"Unknown". Isn't that a peculiar word? To me it represents great mysteries that will never be fully understood: The Great Unknown. Yet in it's most grounded usage it seems somewhat trite and irrelevant.
Take for example, "it was unknown to [person or character]", which implies that the subject has (or had) no knowledge of whatever stimulus or account is mentioned within the confines of that statement. However, this "unknown" is most certainly known, to some extent, to whomever is providing the narrative so therefore this "unknown" may be commonly known by everyone thus making it common knowledge and not of any special importance.

"I know that I know nothing".
I am a firm believer in this Socratic line of thought. Only by knowing that one knows nothing is it possible to know more. To always seek out and absorb new information. Those who believe they know it all are faced with the prospect of never being able to comprehend "the unknown", even the existence of it becomes foreign to them as they are quite unable to suspend disbelief in order to consider the possibility of something outside what they perceive to be their knowledge base. Critical thought, reasoning and logic are incredibly powerful tools, but not as the entire contents of a mental toolbox.

If everything could be reduced to a syllogistic argument then reasoning and logic might be all that we need. The logical fallacy lies in the fact that we are not creatures of absolutes. There is no black and white, there is no line in the sand. There are a multitude of shades between black and white and millions of lines in the sand forming a synaptic disarray or order in a disorganized world.

Ordo ab chao

"Through me all things are possible"...I don't recall if that referred to god, or jesus, or Manson, but it is a quote and assumes that the "unknown" is relegated to an unreachable, obfuscated level. It is simplified to the point where it is safely locked away from critical thought processes. While many claim to have knowledge of its secrets it becomes less meaningful once it has proliferated to an accepted truth, or possibility...but those who see the world in black and white have a limited ability to conceptualize what may be possible.

Well, that was fun. Gotta run.

Believe in the unbelievable!!