Ignoring, for now, the fact that I have nonchalantly fixed my Zakum with a big wad of sticky clay.

And ignoring, for now, the fact that I am now about to attempt a feat never tried before: sending the Black and White 2 disc image file over sharing folders. (took me weeks to get it over torrent)



Just kinda wondered during Math tuition just now. (yes my mind wanders) Perhaps school isn't really like, a thing in itself. How do I put this in words. It shouldn't be what we completely strive for, it shouldn't be something we should single-mindedly tackle. Its not an obstacle, nor should it be the sole reason we are learning.

I think schooling is more of a guide, a sideline instructor? For us to achieve our own goals, acquire our own knowledge, learn our own new ways. People nowadays see school as like, we learn for school. I think its more of like the school learns for you; as a servant, as a guide.

Which brings me to my next sentiment. While I was in the car on my way back, I looked around. And I realized. The car was man-made, everything in it, man-made. I looked outside. The road was man-made. The curb was man-made. Other cars. Fences. Buildings. Bus-stops. Walls. Signposts. Even the trees, the grasses, they're all plagued with the scent of human alteration.

Seriously. Look around. Everything around you is man-made. The water is distilled, the flowers are fake, even the sounds, the smells, all resemble a construction site or human music. And yet how many things are there around you? Thousands? Ranging from an individual pencil to a crumb here or there.

No matter how much mankind tries to imitate the grandeur and splendor of Mother Nature, he cannot rid himself of the artificial reality that he tries to mask his world in. We are creating a platform, we are using Earth as a platform for our own selfish needs. We are creating tiles, bricks, anything else to shield ourselves, protect ourselves from Earth itself, and yet burrow in it and press it further downwards. We isolate ourselves from whatever is truly natural.

You see, in our world, everything natural is human.

And everything not human is dead.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.