Falalalala Lala La La

The working title for this post is "Falalalala Lala La La."

For no other reason than, that this phrase represents a sort of release of musical tension. Without needing to write the preceding words, the song, if you are familiar with it, started playing in your head; almost subconsciously. Not only does this demonstrate hermeticism in action, as I have changed your reality, albeit minutely, but it provides a lovely framing device for what I want to talk about today.


It has been a tense week.

I started a new job and had to check imposter syndrome rearing its ugly head as I tried to learn from a place of neutrality, not defensiveness (because imposter syndrome makes me feel like I don't belong or I am undeserving, I get defensive).

In so doing, I learned something about myself and the way I operate in the world; ideas and their abstract applications fascinate me. It is far more interesting to discuss how Schrodinger's cat is both dead and alive, and the philosophical implications of that duality, than it is to find out whether the cat is actually dead or alive. In this instance, the chaos of uncertainty breeds the powerful magic of possibility that I find alluring at this moment in my life.

I suppose this may be because, as I seek to interpret the world, I wish to understand how the material emanates from the mind and evaluate the conceptualisation that prevailed. That discussion interests me more, now than the alternatives I have been provided. Mostly because in my chosen discourse, I am able to explore with limited responsibility, as I reconcile my conclusions with my beliefs. As such, I am an active participant, not merely a passive recipient of conclusions.

I am provided with the means to explore, develop and communicate my personal philosophy, whilst subjecting it to interrogation that holds me accountable without presuming the moral or intellectual superiority of the interrogator.

Ultimately, it's an exercise in learning.

This is my current season and, 'tis the season to be jolly...

I hope

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