Quite frankly, I am appalled by the complacency of people unwilling to dedicate parts of their life to the exercise of mind and body, either neglecting one or both. I don't think anyone, save those who were regrettably afflicted by some sort of illnesses which prevents their faculties from properly functioning, has the right to be an amateur in the matter of mental or physical training. It is an unjust crime for one to grow old without ever witnessing the wisdom and knowledge his mind can accrue, or the true beauty and strength of which his body is capable. Anyone who should choose to vilipend such aspects of his own development should be ashamed of his negligence, and that I shall look upon, and rightly so, such people with disrespect and disdain. Maybe it is lookism, but I can never be content in seeing the dilatory efforts of wrongdoing committed upon the sublime nature of the human potential and the stiver of resolution applied in the strive for its excellence and perfection; nor do I ever find it venial to accept the arrays of lazy and deleterious justifications for such mediocrity and incompetency in humankind.

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Unequivocally the most prevalent form of addiction, of which I, too, must confess myself to be a victim of, is not the use of alcohol, tobacco, drugs, or related substances, far from it. Rather, it is the most easily obtained and widely accessible passive pleasures and activities, taken in the form of digital media, particularly on the internet, and in the form of multivarious sustenance, which in this age have to the highest degree far outgrown our physiological and mental capacities. Given the consumerist milieu of the era, I hazard to conjecture that the readily convenient goods, both in physical and digital form, which continues to overload the human experience, are equally damaging as they are constructive. Peradventure a blessing and a curse in one, the modern man, as he wolfs down his food in abundance both in quantity and quality alike, could no longer fathom the degree by which a specimen of foreign produce is treasured and revered by men of the past, whose exaltation upon obtaining such exotic foodstuff would be a highlight in life. Nor will the same man, who could promptly seek answers to practically all of his questions at his fingertips, comprehend the immense joy and delight which people heretofore experience upon ascertaining a piece of knowledge that they had painstakingly sought after through their long and adventurous quests.

When it comes to the acquisition of knowledge and ideas, I had, in my youth, believed in the importance of truths. I still do, but over time it began to dawn on me that the possession of information is rather insignificant in comparison to the process through which we obtain them. In fact, I often revel at the dissensions and conjectures raised against my assumptions, which I am obliged to defend against, and in doing so challenge my notions to stimulate my thoughts and reconsider my previous convictions. Such an eristical process refines my outlooks on the world and, analogous to the exercise of the body, trains the mind such that it becomes more capable in reasoning and productive in deliberation. Now I look back at my former self, who prided in the acute learning of academic studies and knowledge of multitudinous disciplines, and I am ashamed by my prior conceit and ignorance.

I could quote any author and draw upon their famous works, claiming to have studied them to a degree that I now find laughable. I could write an entire thesis on Marx and his influences in the framework of history and philosophy, but I at the time could never have comprehended the realities of the oppressed victims by exploitation and immiseration. It was not until some years later that I witnessed the experiences first hand, and that I should never have purported to "know" the subject as I had. Much like someone who criticizes Picasso and abstract art, dismissing it as childish, when the sam man actually sits down to attempt such an endeavour to reproduce it, he will find that he had not anticipated the nuances in such elements as brush technique, composition, or color mixing that conduce the artwork that he had previously so overweeningly dismissed. Such was one of the many humbling experiences which continues to redefine my thoughts since the end of my "formal education".

Insofar as intellectual history is concerned, the occurrence of true originality is far rarer than modernity would have us believe. Whether it is the creative process or the attempt to discern the world through scientific endeavors, all human experience can be traced back to ancient origins. My love for rap music in my youth, which I had long outgrown since, introduced me to the souls and blues that the aforementioned genre often samples and is rooted in. In turn, this led to my discovery of even earlier works in jazz and even older standards which, upon encounter, I instantly counted amongst my favorites. I had as lief continue such process until I arrived at the earliest complete piece of music preserved to date, whose simplicity and universal message spoke to my soul just as intensely as any other great works I had listened to.

It fascinates me that in all areas of human experience and understanding this process can be replicated to the same degree. In writing,we can find in the most ancient works of Gilgamesh, Homer, or Plato applications in the contemporary. In art, the most ubiquitous themes of love and hate,and life and death have persisted through millennia, manifesting themselves in all mediums old and new. In sport, the desire to control the contingencies,to master the unknown, and to best the odds remain the quintessence of all forms of competition: from as simple as roshambo to as complex as go, and from as ancient as combat to as modern as esports. The nodus of this mystery, if I should call it one, becomes demonstrably clearer as I uncover the gems that great minds of the past bestow on us, and become awed by their mirabilia. Though realization came to me that perhaps a truly original piece of work is beyond my capabilities, a greater conception I had attained, as if a metanoia, was that the omnipresent sublimity that lies in the human experience, if we should so desire to seek, cannot be shadowed by space or time.

I venture to propose that such an inextricable link applies not merely to the intellectual, but also to the physical nature of organisms as well. Countless instances of intraspecies mixing can be documented; if the polar bears meet their near-inevitable end due to the change in climates, their offsprings, pizzlies or grolars, by way of crossbreeding with their neighbor grizzlies will live on with their genomes in the same fashion humans carry traces of DNA from Neanderthals. Thus, in defiance of any theories of "pure breeds", our existence necessarily comprises of the lineages of past organisms, extinct or not, and the implausibility of purity in any species is only as great as the degree to which such a concept is romanticized. Perchance the apparition might appear stultifying and therefore be denied by many, but the mutable nature of existence and life is nothing short from spellbinding to me.

The process of appealing to get deleted posts back is becoming tedious, maybe I should just post pics instead.