Here is my essential problem as I see it: my meanderings and musings and fumblings are sincere, but they lack motivation and coherency because they lack context because I lack purpose. Those are two things I've longed for since I was a kid: perception and purpose. They seem to be practically intertwined.

I suppose I could chalk it up to some malignant protestant mindset and try to learn to live without purpose, but that seems disingenuous and seems to fly in the face of my personal experience. I really only learn things and I really only understand them when I'm doing them for a reason. The reason can be abstract, it can be arbitrary, it can be playful, it can monetarily-driven, but it has to be there on some level, and it has to be important. I need a specific need in order to generate meaningful inquiries and to derive meaningful knowledge. I enjoy learning for the sake of learning, sure, I enjoy it a lot, but the knowledge I derive is ultimately rather brittle and shallow.

I need to find a coherent, specific purpose to orient my explorations around.

I'm really beginning to hate talking about myself in these ways.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hethersett:

"Hethersett is a village in the county of Norfolk, UK. It is about 6 miles from the centre of the city of Norwich. Hethersett is a really dull place to live."

Ha-HA!



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Ha ha ha ha haaaa! That's crazy stuff, right? That's funny! That's weird!



There's just one little thing you should know...

( Click HERE for the WACKY PUNCHLINE... )



You can thank wellsheeyit for throwing this picture my way.

Also, I think I accidentally ate some rancid pork yesterday. THAT FACT IS COMPLETELY UNRELATED.