Pursuing praxis: chasing, finding and exploiting that link between the theoretical and practical, mind and body, plans and action. I stare at that place where the rubber meets the road. There is so much to be learned, especially for a difficult student like me, who asks Why? and How? in the same breath, at every turn, yet wants to move forward too.
The aim of this blog: Forward thinking, introspection, self-evaluation, speculation, celebration, building, dreaming, exploring possibilities. It’s a recording of my best, of my incipient best, and of hairy problems. It’s not a diary, a newspaper, a gossip column, or a naturalistic snapshot meant to record the daily comings and goings of my life. My breakfast is not worthy of mention. Many of my ideas are. Discussing my breakfast takes me nowhere. Discussing an idea - well, that’s the beginning of every empire.
Rationale: What I call "dreaming" - my wild speculation, idealism, adventurism on par with Calvin’s Spaceman Spiff - that I have endulged in all my life, has historically proven to be a dangerously preditive and directive force. Psychologists probably would call it a self-visualization technique. I still call it dreaming. I "dream" myself very high - what if I got to do this, or was that, or created this, etc. etc. Spaceman Spiff meets Wonderwoman. And then I think, what would it take for this Spiff-craft to fly? Several humongous things way out of reach, and a whole lot of little ones within reach. So just for shits and giggles, a self-dare and private entertainment - and I love being entertained - I set out to do just one of those little things. And the dream fades away into my sub-consciousness, and I dream up another, always a variation on a theme, and do the whole process again because it’s fun, and each time, being braver, I dream a little higher, gingerly treading into new galaxies in my Spiff-craft. And then one day I stop and turn around and look at what I’ve done, and I’m floored at how far I’ve come. Because I never would have thought it real, tangible, achievable when I dreamt that first dream.
But, having recognized this process, I’m going to wrest my future’s direction and success from the whim of my subconscious and harness the process explicitly, replacing my flickering temerity with the roaring flames of certainty, of owned self-esteem and pride. Because they are there, in the palm of my hand. All it takes is for my mind to grasp that, and I’ll hold on to them like the rocks that they are. It works, I know it, and I know how. So I’ll do it, and I’ll make no apologies. Not for learning. Not for breaking new ground. I don’t care how worn that ground is. It just has to be new to me. And that’s what this is all about: Making me, my life, my world.
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