I find it easy being a cynic. Which is why the following is just a wry observation that is inside my head. Being a cynic also means like just the court jester, the court cynic also largely needs to be ignored coz he too is too close to the truth. Borrowing from Shakespeare
O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
It is my only suit; 48
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them
That I am wise. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind, 52
To blow on whom I please; for so fools have:
And they that are most galled with my folly,
They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
The 'why' is plain as way to parish church: 56
He that a fool doth very wisely hit
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd 60
Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th’ infected world, 64
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Aw, but I am digressing. My cynicism at the moment is about the overflowing milk of kindness seen around blogposts. As blogging has spread, one would notice people now looking at the little kids on the streets (and of course taking pictures for their blogs), feeding them (again with due diligence on just what was THEIR role in the whole scheme of things), shooting some guy down on usage of a 'u' instead of a 'you' in a personal mail(and of course, showing the mail open for public display), masturbate more often ( I don't see pictures yet though, just descriptions), and the whole she-bang.
Just sickens me to see the comments section in blogs. Just totally does. Which is why I am not providing any links.
O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
It is my only suit; 48
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them
That I am wise. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind, 52
To blow on whom I please; for so fools have:
And they that are most galled with my folly,
They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
The 'why' is plain as way to parish church: 56
He that a fool doth very wisely hit
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd 60
Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th’ infected world, 64
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Aw, but I am digressing. My cynicism at the moment is about the overflowing milk of kindness seen around blogposts. As blogging has spread, one would notice people now looking at the little kids on the streets (and of course taking pictures for their blogs), feeding them (again with due diligence on just what was THEIR role in the whole scheme of things), shooting some guy down on usage of a 'u' instead of a 'you' in a personal mail(and of course, showing the mail open for public display), masturbate more often ( I don't see pictures yet though, just descriptions), and the whole she-bang.
Just sickens me to see the comments section in blogs. Just totally does. Which is why I am not providing any links.
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1 comments:
Dude, on first glance i love your blog! Your description of things is rather beautiful, and your opinions are frank and manage to be polished too!...When it comes to Zinda, i must that i havent watched it yet. But i still feel that there should be atleast a minute amount of originality if one is to call themself a film'maker'. :)
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