Well, yes and no. I would suggest that there is nothing
beautiful about the act; it’s the kindness which is beautiful, and kindness is
a product of the mind, and matters of the mind are abstract. And if some
bystander witnesses the act and gets a lift from it, it becomes a matter of
perception. And don’t I keep saying that perception is the whole of the life
experience?
Ah, but maybe I now have to revise that dictum because it
doesn’t take account of the person who committed the random act. Maybe it should
now read ‘Perception and intent are the whole of the life experience.’
So now it begins to get complicated, especially so because
we haven’t yet considered the fundamental question of semantics.
And now I ask myself why I’m bothering to write this, and
further, why I even bother to think about it? I really don’t have the patience,
the commitment, the attention span or the mental dexterity to be a philosopher.
I just want to find the place where the unicorns live so I can go and say
hello. And if only I could go through life a somnambulist like most people,
life would be so much easier.
But I can’t because I was born to think, and some congenital
chains have to be borne bravely no matter how old you get. So think is what I
do (along with a few other things.)
Am currently listening to some beautiful music, except that
it isn’t beautiful. It’s simply a succession of wavelengths which evokes a
sense of beauty in me. And now I really must shut up and top up the tumbler.
Going to bed fully sober would be little short of offensive.
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