Definition

  I wonder, why do we define the things in which we see or think, just as to justify the meaning or experiences, well , experience? Is it a need, an essential need to define the emotions, the feelings, the actions and or perceptions within our sight? Every detail, its all about defining this, I define my life, Life is define refined, I am what I define, and so forth. 

  Yes, its a sickening, to the thought of it. But yet, we as a human race, are inevitably drawn towards defining the every detail of life. So I bring us to the question of "why"... Why do we think definition defines the definite of our infinite life? There's just no answer to it. 

  For example, a pencil. A pencil is indeed a tool, so why should we draw to ourselves the definition of the tool. A tool put simply, is a subject of use, to handle or to apply and or imply things to. Another fine example, life. Life is so everlastingly defined by everybody in the world. Life as it seems, is viewed at different perceptions, different view points by every individual in the world. Have we ever come to the thought, that life is just too short to be defined?

  The whole point of this issue at hand, is that we should be taking more action, rather than speaking or writing philosophically. It is just too fake. But hey, the pot doth call the kettle black. Its a world of contradictions. Be it as it may, contradictions is what make this world go round.

  I do laugh at the people who stop, and smell the roses. However so, we do seem to get busier by the day to do such leisure activities now, aren't we?

  Well, my conclusion stands at where and how we should not define the definite infinite. Simply enough.

Betrayal...maybe!

  Sick is the thought of it. It is a thought to think of how the human brain percieve and concieve the meaning of the emotions felt at that momment. To think, to feel ,to touch, to sense...all of these contributes to the neurones needed to feel the ultimate sensation. 

  It is sickening, the thought of it. Why and why is the result in this outcome possible? A mystery to be solved! But the probability of solving the puzzle puzzles me yet, to the extent of denying all plausible deniability. The mind still plays tricks on the sight of the eyes. The soul immerses itself with the sense of guilt and hope for salvation. A wait that will never arrise to the occasion.

  Too sick to be thought, the thought of it. The sweet sensation when sight first encounter, there still is the sweet sweet sensation. Fie on me! Why harbour such horrific thoughts? To let an ant ruin a city? Ha! not on my watch. However, perhaps the circumstances called onto, does seem to apply to the situation.

  Sigh, the sickness is overwhelming...To sick to be sickening, yet sickening enough to reach the status of 'Sick". A guilty feeling, a sense of regret, a sin....All these, are dangerous to the mind.

  The mind is afterall, the temple, of the human soul.