Reference points to perspectives:
- Mathematical Separatism
- Generality of Metaphysics
- Egalitarianism: like c’mon, you immoral f**k.
- Normative Cognition
- The Greatest Branch of Philosophy: Epistemology
- Someone to look into: Emmauel Levinas
- Do you care at all?
- Another cool guy that everyone knows: Georg W. F. Hegel
- Knowledge?
- Agency?
- Another cool philosopher like she is cold: Simone de Beauvoir
- Behavior
- This list cannot be a list without more logic
- This one is for Ian Robleza
- A dope logic philosopher: Willard Van Orman Quine
RECALL: file(“WAIT_FOR_ME.mp4”)::
// Occurs in the fall of 2025. After the energetic motion of partying all winter/spring of 2025, Lover Boy (aka Eve) settles and realizes maybe this loving thing is not for him like he once was. Then, he tries to settle (an attempt) of figuring if any of his “lovers” would wait for him, assuming the perfect person to be his forever if the case occurs.
When you watch me:
I have come down with a lot of thoughts in the recent days. Even then, enough to come close to resolving my own emotions; ample that I know that these feelings come from traumas unknown deep down in my body. So shallow that the needed catalyst was the resurfacing of the person who started it all.. not shallow. Maybe just sensitive. Who cares; I am human..
Anyways, there were many days of thoughts and feelings that circulated into finding what it means to be “me” again. The “me” that was calm, dauntless, existing, eccentric, self-trusting, emotionally collected, socially aware (in this stage of loss in nature), and okay with whatever ethically. I needed not a single thing to bother me. I was okay with where I was.
Then, you came back. A mission restarted and assumed position of false love that made me feel younger than I wanted to be: I was not 17, 16, or 15. I was 12 when we first met. Until 13, I gained everything about you that made me who I am now. My body of prior knowledge and being tossed everything I knew of love or emotional maturity, that trauma is the worst friend someone can have.
And why do I say trauma? What experience of sudden events brings the body and soul to relapse in manners that make you forget who you were prior but brings you back to a moment of who you used to be? It is not immaturity nor the other reasons we detach ourselves from because we are too ignorant to understand the being BUT paint it as “childish” or “unsound” (unless spoken into existence… humans are weird). It is a psychological phenomenon that removes the being from current standards to a canvas long gone, as if you are scathing the surface of such canvas to reveal what was originally painted before covered by layers of many strokes and dashes over time. Must it be that trauma is that but worse: instantaneous removal for the main idea to cease. The main idea is the growing you… I hope it to be you, reader.
But that is that. Need I say more? No. Need I be stronger or have better fortitude to handle spontaneous momentum in my life since it is uncertain? Sure. But ultimately, I am human. I am still growing. I am still learning… I am still me…
discovery 