a.m. 6.8.92 voices from the past

Pretentious philosophs. They bear the unsubstantiated idea, out of premature pseudo-analysis, that an I is a solipsistic impulse. That I, frequently, disregard the councel of rationale, skirt self-reflection. Not so. Perhaps partially correct. But the decision to act on impulse and intuition does not suggest lack of reasoning potential or lack of reasoning (cogitare). Neither is a decision to act on impulse a contradiction in terms. For the self-aware it is a conscious choice. (Of course one may argue whether opting for intuition – a conscious decision to go with the gut-feeling – is an absurd concept in itself, as any preceding deliberation negates impulsivity; that impulse is a fairy-land beyond reason, where reason dare not dwell or enter.)

Friendship. An encumbering self-reenactment, escape. It is into them – our friends – we drain our sewage, (dump the debris) of (noxious sentiments) and doubts we cannot (otherwise) cleanse ourselves of. It is a sad metaphore. In general that is what occurs. As it is a rare phenomenon, a fluke, when friendship is a mutual enrichment; usually, it is a theft and friends are thieves. Thieves who ransack and pillage one’s emotions, take advantage of the gullible benignity, (selflessness) – the likeness, the optimistic faith of and in humanity as the last and only resort. I speak of abusive, insatiable taking, the theft, an albeit amiable, (sanctioned) theft.

And the true friendship, platonic and heterosexual, must then be a deliberate effort for mutual benefit, a transactional equilibrium, sensitive and intuitive, entailing an insight and respect for boundaries and an acute awareness of tact and acceptance. Acceptance and trust in kind judgement of the other’s potential for expedience or utility.