You ever just feel like all you'll ever amount to is just a series of impulses that can only see life as a series of unreliable snapshots and not the full, fluid thing it actually is? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, when I got home from trivia last night, I was having a cig before going inside and I was thinking about how unreliable a self-construct really is. The ego, the essence of who we are—whatever you want to call it—is this constantly dynamic thing, yet we can only perceive it as a concrete and static image constructed entirely of symbols. Whack! But yeah, it makes me hearken back to yesterday's thread on not trusting my own judgment. How can one expect to get where they're going when they can't even see the full map? Baudrillard would retort here by saying "yeah, that's the whole point, buddy. Just make the map yourself because that's all there really is anyway." But how can I call myself any kind of reality cartographer when it is physically impossible to see the whole territory? I…
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