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TRUTH AND PERFECT IMPERFECTIONS

DescartesIf you have followed my blog, you know where I stand on that elusive word truth. If not, well, it’s peppered throughout that I think truth is merely a matter of dates because we often equate it to subjective material, but that if something is actually true it should be constantly and consistently the same through time. It’s my understanding that Plato was the first to determine that truth should be constant–correct me if I’m wrong.

At any rate, the attached thought paper was crafted by the random misfirings of an undergraduate philosophy student who thought she was being witty (ahem…me, being a smart ass) attempting to produce a constructive mediation while studying Rene Descartes. I realize that my conclusion is reaching–it was not meant to be a formal argument or dissertation by any means–just thoughts about something I had read. In hindsight, I now wish I would have at least notated what I was reading more specifically.

Descarte Mediations-Truth & Perfect Imperfections

During that period of my journey I also spent a lot of time devoting lyrical content to those particular metaphysical thoughts swimming around in my head. Most of the early stuff with The Others is a trifecta of sorts, incorporating vampiric themes and philosophy with a metaphor weaved into the layers. The song that references the perfect imperfections can be found in The Letting.

Sleep tight for me. I’m gone.

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THE LETTING

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I’m just a product of universal design
My existence is independent
Of him, the way you define
We are good, as good can be done
Take it or leave it, I really don’t give a damn
This world can
FUCK OFF!
That’s right, you heard me!

Open up those
Pretty little veins
Open up those
Pretty little veins
Here we go again
Can’t fight the urge
To drain
Every last drop

All powerful and all knowing
We’re a perfect imperfection
No end cause created
What we are sowing

Cacophonous screams delight my desire

Open up those
Pretty little veins
Open up those
Pretty little veins
Here we go again
Can’t fight the urge
To drain
Every last drop

No matter
How hard I try
I cannot fight
The urge
To drain
Every last drop

Every last drop!

Click HERE to see the video and hear the song.

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