STUFFED ...

As I've said elsewhere, I once wrote of turning my back to people only in reference to not being able to be as readily available for others as I would like to be. This was due to ongoing study commitments. Within fuller context of that specific piece there was potential for future readers of that, who are unfamiliar with me, to understand it as being more than just simply a matter of logistics. Such interpretation would be wrong with regards to what I simply meant. I probably only turn my back to anyone when I am absolutely starving and looking for food. Food motivates me even more than attempting to make anything clear ...

A picture of me too dark in contrast, I guess, should load on this page fairly quickly. The cotton wool in my ear is to stop my brain from falling out - coz if that happens, I guess I could end up looking kind of ugly.

What I've been trying to say : This is a link to the selection of the old stuff suggesting problems with the concept of self-esteem that would tend to leak out. Please continue with reading on this very short page, however, if you'd like to just ramble on a bit further...

For a while I sounded even more nuts, as it was only through rare surges that I could faintly remember there were a few more varied facets to me that were worthy of retention. I revisited my early undergrad years in my mind late one night, and shit - the following still made sense to me:

( - it was made manifest in a loose dialogue on who created certain so-called creators ... )

"I don't see why I should be declared insolent by some coz I don't see any need to take any explanation for the world that I love into those realms [realms that have no meaning for me, and yet I would find as much intense awe as others have towards the different meanings we each hold very dear and hence could still find mutual empathy for one another in such a way].

One explanation is near my own argument for the origins of what I call "biological organization", ie, it -just- exists and came into being. It is of itself and to ask who created that, is just nonsensical. It is manifest in measurable, recurring, and in that way intelligible, results congruent with the general laws of nature. Does someone like me really ponder over who "created" those laws, or who set the universe up to comply?

What shape is the colour blue?

Cheers with stuff off the top of my head and with a blatant disregard for those more wiser tonight,
k"

A preliminary outline of research interests, beyond all this retained incidental mind-junk, can also be viewed

"Platitudes", is more theoretical in part, but you may have already visited that too

I hope the capacity for more empathy on my part is demonstrated and brought into better context on other more personally-focused pages of mine

"Textured : My undoing" turned out succinct enough for anyone to manage, even if a subject that broaches love and intimacy can become much of a muchness when treated lightly (" Raw" was more of an earlier reaction with the same theme)

All the rest of my pages can be found eventually also through the other links supplied

Whinebox 
(- Loose scribbles
 on not being 
consciously 
"cultured")
What I've been trying to say