10-7-2010
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Indeed, whilst writing about the meaning of human lives for my intro to philosophy class, I was faced with a simple but ineffable fact: what was the meaning? I puzzled over this inscrutable mystery for all of five minutes, before leaving it to master Taylor to solve it by himself as I moved on to more important matters.
A mid-mid-mid life crisis. Indeed, what have I done? 'Twixt studying for science-y lectures one minute and puzzling over Lamb's Collectivist ideologies and Ryan's Objectivism the next, I had an epiphany: nothing. That epiphany was followed by an actually useful inspiration.
I will do what no man has ever done before. I will plunge into the depths of madness, walk the thin line... gaze into the abyss' smoldering eyes...
And come back.
I will seek out the origin of memes. And then, what then...? Will I slay the beast? Will I return, a humbled sage, wiser for the Hero's Ordeal?
Who knows.
Until then, what shall I pack? Here is all I have so far.
Adventurer's necessity #1
A box of scraps
Never leave home without it