He was like that, always quoting things he thought he understood and using them for his own personal meaning. No one ever bothered to fact check. Who would do that anyway? What type of a person listens or participates in a conversation and then spends time to research that conversation for truth and clarity. Thank God most people don’t do that. Although I suppose in this “on demand ” world that we now live in fact checking is becoming more normalised and with it trust in each other is being eroded as well. Perhaps it is the harvest of a generation of lies? Or more aptly the overarching sentiment is that the machine needs to tell untruths for its sustainability and everyone is beginning to understand that now.
This is not a treatise on the subject of catharsis rather an observation and reflection that may or may not be your experience but it is his or was his. Once things are written or spoken I find that they often lose the connection with the speaker or the writer. It is as if they, the words, develop a life of their own. Just now as I write this my mind wanders to a new place because the words just written are now out of the way and I can move forward. Almost like a fallen tree in the road that has been removed and we can now continue. This road I speak of I know not. Except that it stretches out in front of me and I am compelled to travel it, even if only for a little while.
What was that thought? O Yes, perhaps our communication is the very first AI. What he means is, words on page or spoken, once communicated and absorbed, seem to come to life. Maybe not all words but I think most. Once they have come to life they move and take different forms and meaning, perhaps accomplish more than expected. Isn’t that a type of artificial intelligence or is it just intelligence?
This is exactly how he does it. So convincing are his expressed thoughts that you don’t even realise that it is an argument that you didn’t have.
Perhaps it has to with setting, but once he enters contemplative thought, he changes. The world as we know it and as he knows it seems to fade or dim and a new world or at the very least a doorway opens and he is not one to stand in doorways, he passes by them or through them. Scattered thought or clear eyed determination of a pursuit of knowledge. Education after all is about learning and learning has to do with things we don’t know or understand, yet.
Maybe it is simple curiosity that moves him to say outlandish things like, I will perform catharsis today and thereby possibly take part in my healing. There he goes giving birth to a new AI. Does that even make sense. He needs a strainer for his thoughts before he sets them free.
When the apostle Paul started writing and talking about things and interpretations of things didn’t his contemporaries dispute him? When the friends of Jesus, disciples, I think we made that word well after they were all gone, (We like the word disciple because it takes the responsibility away from us the individual and places it on some hierarchy.) wrote their stories did anyone fact check them?
He wanted me to write this down so that you could hear and see his thoughts. Not to judge them, although I suspect that is inevitable.
Alright maybe I should come clean. He is me and I am him or maybe I am all of you? What If catharsis isn’t real? Then scooping up huge amounts of dog shit from the back yard and placing it in a bag is just that. Or raking leaves that were once beautiful and alive is simply just exposing what is underneath? Or writing ones own thoughts are just hedonistic and meaningless? No it’s real. Who said, physician heal thyself? Someone crazy right? Someone who rejects interdependence? Or is it someone who realised that we are a collective rather than an individual in mind body and spirit. “That what you seek is within you”. That’s another good one, rejected mostly by organizations that survive on, quid pro quo. How can we already have what we need and not know it?
No this is not a treatise nor was the scientific method used to reach any conclusions. Simply put, I have a dog and a yard with trees. My life is filled with challenges because I create them or accept them as gifts or burdens. I might be the dog or the tree.