It’s always the same
It’s always the same.
I always get here, to this place of being.
Quiet and confused by simple complexity.
Do you feel A or do you feel B?
Probably if you ask the question it’s both.
Eco would say it’s based on the rules society gives,
Kristeva would argue it’s based on what society holds back,
Beauvoir would say you have to consistently give it meaning and Camus would say it’s only the means you give it that has weight.
Marvin the paranoid robot would say your evolved mushrooms that get caught up on wanting meaning and many others will continually argue their own points.
It’s all so arbitrary said Saussure and Pierce said it goes deeper into the intersubjective.
I get tired of trying to juggle the theory but I like the funny moments as they hold me in a better mood. Deb Dana said it’s our nervous system and others say it’s parasites. I am the egg man, I’m a walrus. Hear me roar..
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