No Hay Maestro Como Carne Propia

It’s frustrating to read other people’s blogs and realize: shit, I probably have the most boring blog there is. And the thing is, I’m not bored with my blog per se it’s just that, as usual, I tend to speak to myself when I write, sort of making drafts of my thoughts, to try and put them in perspective and ultimately to check my own paradigms. If that’s not bad enough, I say it in verse- for lack of faith in the literal to capture the whole spectrum of meanings that come with the Metaphor.

(bored yet? hehe)

I don’t know. Maybe I just have an urge to "sell out" like all of ‘em other blogs that say such "witty" things that make other "witty" people go visit again and again.

Then again, writing only for oneself is only good in that it prepares one to better communicate with others by refining the thoughts one wants to articulate. Talk about "toothless wit and speech". haha.

Alas, such is the dilemma of the autistic philosopher. (fine, i know it’s such an assuming label, but hey, I do have a diploma to back it up).

Maybe now I can start trusting my (literal) words and my hypothetical owjens.

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