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I was accused of being a Philosopher today. I in some ways find it a compliment. Was it? How one should live is within Philosophy called “ethics”. What sort of things exist and what are their essential natures is called metaphysics.

The metaphysics of this blog is perhaps connected to "why I blog". In a couple of previous posts I went into what process I use to decide on what to post?

Plato said that things exist in a hierarchy. In degrees from things in the world represented by art but progressing toward what he calls a form. He suggests that all things represent a form. Physical things are representations of a conceptual form.

Often I look at the day, my own outlook and concern or interest and see it as a “Form”. I then look for “things” that represent it.

A Johnny Cash movie, a scene from a Ali fight, a song from a play, might for me reflects something that could be part of the "form of something". Courage, tenacity, introspection, perhaps.

Random is indeed specific if tied to a common “form”.

I have found a few blogs that inspire. This may or may not tie to the metaphysics of my own blog but I do like this one. http://professor-howdy.blogspot.com/ The blog is listed as :”Thought and Humor”.

I like the play Phantom of the Opera. I like the phrase, “close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams”. This phrase came from the song "Music of the Night. Perhaps it was Plato’s approach to the “Forms”. Maybe the darkest dreams contained a variety of good “posts.

I have had a lot of changes to “speak” to some small groups over the years. Long before blogs were here the same process helped in digging out what made up thoughts. I often have quoted a line from the fist song of the second act of the play, “Cats”. Love this thought. “We had the experience but missed the meaning.


The “Music of the Night” from Phantom of the Opera

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation,
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor,
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender,
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before



“Moments of Happiness” from Cats

The moments of happiness . . .

We had the experience but missed the meaning

And approach to the meaning restores the experience

In a different form, beyond any meaning

We can assign to happiness . .