Of hakuna matata and mass graphomania
I JUST HAD THE FINAL DRAFT OF MY THESIS APPROVED!! w00t!!!
just three more matters to attend to and it will be all good. I'm in for a run of HAkuna Matata. I keep hearing it in my head like some angelic mantra whispering to the depths of my soul, 'hakuna matata, hakuna matata.' Timon and Pumbaa be my guide! yeah!
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Shout out. my profound gratitude extends to mr. Emmanuel Batoon, my thesis salvation. He is the very reason why I am graduating this semester. For a another rare instance in my life, I had someone believe in me, and pushed me further to achieve my goal. thanks sir, you have been more than a thesis adviser to me. You are an angel manifest. I'm sure you have helped a lot of people like me, and let me also thank you on their behalf.
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Right. I'm here to engage in another session of sick graphomania. The shame.
I just re-read a passage from Kundera's book, "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting." (He seems to have, often, a profound insight into the darker and humiliating side of humantiy-why we sometimes give misery to our loved ones, for instance.) He goes on and tells about graphomania. Everyone of us bears a potential writer, he says, 'politicians, cab drivers, women on the delivery table, mistresses, murderers, criminals, prostitutes, police chiefs, doctors, and patients.'
The reasons is that "everyone has trouble accepting the fact he will disappear unheard of and unnoticed in an indifferent universe, and everyone wants to make himself into a universe of words before it's too late"
Now, picture this. Everyone writes and declares himself to everyone and shouts and cries and laughs and declares even more. EVERYONE.
What a terrible world. Armaggedon with words. Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone else will be deaf to everyone else, and all there will be is the need to be heard. Mass graphomania.
The illiterate and the dumb will be a gift to mankind. Because only they would be oblivious to this horror our intrinsic egoism has wrought.
And this all boils down to one thing for me. I need to listen more.
just three more matters to attend to and it will be all good. I'm in for a run of HAkuna Matata. I keep hearing it in my head like some angelic mantra whispering to the depths of my soul, 'hakuna matata, hakuna matata.' Timon and Pumbaa be my guide! yeah!
***************
Shout out. my profound gratitude extends to mr. Emmanuel Batoon, my thesis salvation. He is the very reason why I am graduating this semester. For a another rare instance in my life, I had someone believe in me, and pushed me further to achieve my goal. thanks sir, you have been more than a thesis adviser to me. You are an angel manifest. I'm sure you have helped a lot of people like me, and let me also thank you on their behalf.
***************
Right. I'm here to engage in another session of sick graphomania. The shame.
I just re-read a passage from Kundera's book, "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting." (He seems to have, often, a profound insight into the darker and humiliating side of humantiy-why we sometimes give misery to our loved ones, for instance.) He goes on and tells about graphomania. Everyone of us bears a potential writer, he says, 'politicians, cab drivers, women on the delivery table, mistresses, murderers, criminals, prostitutes, police chiefs, doctors, and patients.'
The reasons is that "everyone has trouble accepting the fact he will disappear unheard of and unnoticed in an indifferent universe, and everyone wants to make himself into a universe of words before it's too late"
Now, picture this. Everyone writes and declares himself to everyone and shouts and cries and laughs and declares even more. EVERYONE.
What a terrible world. Armaggedon with words. Everyone wants to be heard. Everyone else will be deaf to everyone else, and all there will be is the need to be heard. Mass graphomania.
The illiterate and the dumb will be a gift to mankind. Because only they would be oblivious to this horror our intrinsic egoism has wrought.
And this all boils down to one thing for me. I need to listen more.
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