Some Observations on my Weakness as a Blogger
Maybe the title of this blog is too much for some to fathom, but I think it gets the point across. Let me first begin by saying that I have never wished to use fifty dollar words for the sake of becoming the next George Will, but perhaps I have stumbled upon a huge stumbling block, in the sense that my own wish to present things as I see them is much too obscure a way of making my thoughts known to others. In that sense, I apologize for not being impressive enough. I created this blog to let off the steam in my head, and anyone is free to be as vehemently opposed as humanly possible to any and all of the ideas and viewpoints presented here. That is the purpose of democracy itself, and I am a great proponent of that Enlightenment ideal of irreverence, even if that means I have the right to challenge some of the assumptions of the Enlightenment itself.
I should also comment on my stance regarding the fear of nuclear war and impending death. I do not live in constant fear of it, and it's a good thing that I think less of it now than I did even a year ago. I simply wished, by means of poetry, to express the angst of impending doom as a means of art.
I think that a good amount of what some critics of mine have made clear to me comes out of the fact that I do suffer from Asperger's syndrome, which involves a level of high-functioning autism where my mind can be encapsulated at times in a condition in which it simply wants to hear itself talk. I am trying to combat this urge without losing the unique writing style which I possess. Which leads me onto my articles discussing human nature, which some might view as a pessimistic outgrowth of my Asperger's syndrome.
I was at a loss of ideas to discuss, and thus I chose that topic to start out with. If it was wise to do so or not, I leave that to my readers to decide. I am not misanthropic, but rather a confessor of sorts who simply wishes to confess the angry inclinations of my mind which have occurred from time to time, and to tie in those thoughts with the innate possibility that anyone could act them out. There is much goodness and sorrow in life, and if we are live it to the greatest potential which Providence has bestowed upon us, it is better to live in the light of day while there still is some left.
With this clarification, I shall try to use better consistency and writing style in future posts.
Maybe the title of this blog is too much for some to fathom, but I think it gets the point across. Let me first begin by saying that I have never wished to use fifty dollar words for the sake of becoming the next George Will, but perhaps I have stumbled upon a huge stumbling block, in the sense that my own wish to present things as I see them is much too obscure a way of making my thoughts known to others. In that sense, I apologize for not being impressive enough. I created this blog to let off the steam in my head, and anyone is free to be as vehemently opposed as humanly possible to any and all of the ideas and viewpoints presented here. That is the purpose of democracy itself, and I am a great proponent of that Enlightenment ideal of irreverence, even if that means I have the right to challenge some of the assumptions of the Enlightenment itself.
I should also comment on my stance regarding the fear of nuclear war and impending death. I do not live in constant fear of it, and it's a good thing that I think less of it now than I did even a year ago. I simply wished, by means of poetry, to express the angst of impending doom as a means of art.
I think that a good amount of what some critics of mine have made clear to me comes out of the fact that I do suffer from Asperger's syndrome, which involves a level of high-functioning autism where my mind can be encapsulated at times in a condition in which it simply wants to hear itself talk. I am trying to combat this urge without losing the unique writing style which I possess. Which leads me onto my articles discussing human nature, which some might view as a pessimistic outgrowth of my Asperger's syndrome.
I was at a loss of ideas to discuss, and thus I chose that topic to start out with. If it was wise to do so or not, I leave that to my readers to decide. I am not misanthropic, but rather a confessor of sorts who simply wishes to confess the angry inclinations of my mind which have occurred from time to time, and to tie in those thoughts with the innate possibility that anyone could act them out. There is much goodness and sorrow in life, and if we are live it to the greatest potential which Providence has bestowed upon us, it is better to live in the light of day while there still is some left.
With this clarification, I shall try to use better consistency and writing style in future posts.
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