What's up people, I hope you enjoy the track that should be playing now... (Jesse's Dub) please wait for the picture files to load, they're special. Anyhow, here's my favourite philosophy:
1. Language is a lie, it deviates from the existential truth it attempts to describe, for this simple reason; an exemplary 'rock' is in fact a word, and not the objective rock*; so a 'rock' is not actually a rock. 'Rock' is a lie.
2. Philosophy is an 'attempt of truth', some like to label philosophy as 'friends of wisdom', however I find this vague and potentially lame; morals for example are essentially trying to find truth - however that is of course impossible: if language is a lie, then the truth is ineffable, there's not a single lawyer who could argue succesfully that a lie is true.
3. If philosophers attempt the truth, which surely they do, then philosophy is absolutely ineffable, the truth is ineffable, so philosophers cannot achieve any real philosophy.
4. If philosophy is ineffable, as I have surely proven, then I assert that morality is immoral. Here's why:
a) If, for example, a close friend is seriously injured (a broken leg let's say, in fact how about a broken leg halfway up on of the Atlas mountains in Morocco, better still a broken leg with a septic wound and no decent first aid kit in tow), in this situation one has a number of options, three in fact: 1) to stay with the friend and attempt a rescue operation of one's own accord; 2) to run for aid; 3) to do nothing. This is (in my opinion, at least) is a moral decision - one examines risk factors and chooses - via moral decision - which is the best option. I think it apparent that one of the three is obviously 'immoral', (3) however the best response is unknown, hence a moral decision.
b) Unfortunately, one will never achieve a 'correct' answer (the truth is ineffable, a correct answer would not be true, thus it would not be correct); the answer to the decision will never achieve a 'correct' status. One could continue examining the two options to no correct avail.
c) If one were to attempt to ascertain the correct answer to the moral dilemma, one would never choose either of the two options, one would think and deliberate until the poor friend had died from infection.
d) Surely inaction (although in contemplative thought) is an immoral occupation at such a time - as stated in paragraph a). Here's the catch; the most immoral on the list of answers is to consider morality by contemplation; the best method would be to decide quickly, flagrantly abandoning moral decision.
This is a nice (although fairly extended) way of determining that morality is immoral; that no statement is absolute (in some other words, 'nothing' is absolute - no thing is absolutely pure, thus neither literature nor reality can ascertain absolution); or that philosophy is ineffable.
There's more 'philosophical' adventure at www.myspace.com/doobahsdubwar - if you enjoyed this you might enjoy that.
Influences
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John and the Diet
One day John set out running,
He came upon a clam chilling.
His first instinct was to boil it,
But he felt woe and untoward feeling against such malice.
So he left the clam chilling,
Ran on toward the end of his day.
He became vegan, ate seaweed
And never again massacred his beloved crustacean friends.
Jungle
Southern journey, sixteen jungles,
Tanagers' tremble, seven even sing atop white linden trees,
Torrential, the wide rivers' early morn mist recedes.
Symmetry arranging petal patterns, soft flutes move the slow rains,
Round sharpenings glisten in twilight's golden angle,
Resting, Jinn's forest emerges.
Soporific, sentinel species surface in shoals,
Endemic muriqui diverge,
Enchanted, the wild reverse a silent forest, a panther lopes.
Saporific her soothing dew salve, serendipitous at prowl,
Leaves ripple, her camouflage a live natal divide,
Lone assai, an adversary.
Swift, the birds direct flight, one insane pathology,
Open ajar branched canopy,
Overt and shrouded in new light, a hapless deer, white type of tail.
Shrieking a loud ostentation,
Vicious, the fresh panther tears down her fresh meal, scorched white-tail deer,
Vitiating her excoriated deer, scene she left.
London
Arrivals arrive urgent in their passing
Into where places that smell of new trestles.
Old wood merchants and roads of industrial brick manufacturing,
Inside big warehouses are wide things; plastic wrapped, upon palettes.
Yellow labels indicate fire hazards and gentle arrivals arrive again,
Insidious remarks sent toward waitresses in the local pie factory,
Misters minister brews and eat beans brought by the bored families.
London's nice when you like it, although then it reminds me of times like now
Sad feelings creep into the way when silent mouths are clasped tightly
On drugs and biscuits people spend the good portions of their life
Not nice when you realize that so many provide for skydivers
Driving through piles of money, distant penthouses oncoming,
It's finished soon...
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