The Return of ......

....sentences not seemingly unconnected to the previous and subsequent ones.

I wish sometimes that life wouldn’t be such a fine balancing act in its entirety. In its entirety, mind. I’m given to sloppiness, and I detest having to accept being inevitably penalised for it. Penalization is a wonderful slavedriver, but the whiplashed soul craves respite, at times. The super ego that hitherto commanded discipline has relinquished its authority, as a potentially ruinous consequence of which, the id, hardwired as it is, for slacking, hasn’t been channelling its energies toward anything productive for quite a while. yes, its always an internal tussle. it matters little if life were regimented by external sources. The self would then just rebel. And that is worse.
However, all units shall be duly deployed for damage control henceforth. My life’s an endless cycle of damage and remedial measures. I suppose everybody’s is, and I am merely magnifying my own condition as we humans are wont to do. Everything I say and feel and do has already been said and felt and done by others a gazillion times before.

Things are a bit stringy.

So, as I was saying, its all such a ridiculously close balancing act. Like individualisation and socialization. Yes. Ok Typical teen things. Its perhaps not as deserving of attention as quantum teleportation, but I think about lesser things in times of ruminative idleness.

Disclaimers aside, this is the epiphany of the day, then.

Too little of both individualization and socialization begets useless islanded beings crippled by The Hedgehog’s Conundrum. too much of individualization and little socialisation never did anyone any good, rebelwithoutacause and all of that. This misguided fervour for separating the self from the system on grounds of the self’s conviction of its own superiority/inferiority is utterly ineffectual.And illusory, too.
And we all know what becomes of stunted individualization and freewheeling, bordering on addictive, socialization. Everybody becomes even more of an assembly line dummy than the rather long passage of time since the first human learnt to think would have one be. I suppose I should present that favourite excuse for intellectual bankruptcy here. Again. Its all already been thought of. And trying to think of something new is even more of a pain than it probably was a century ago.
But that’s all batbogey. *New* is limitless.

But wait, there’s that state of fabled equilibrium here as well. The Doctrine of Moderation. Its deceptively simple, like everything else. What one must make oneself do, in order to avoid becoming food for the ones higher up the food chain in this perilously overpopulated, competitive environment, is to grow from the knowledge of the rest.