3.29.2006

Less than heightened awareness as of late, dragging to the next class, obligation, I find myself confused by my actions, questioning if I'm in control--who else would be (God, I suppose...[insert thousands of years of arguments])--: why is the future invisible?

Motivation is an interesting concept on so many levels.

3.22.2006

The Anima Within: A Jungian analysis of Hermann Hesse’s concept of love using male/female relationships in Demian

Daniel T. Richards

A trait nearly definitional of “artist” is the urge or need to define/portray emotion. The painter attempts to create images that evoke emotion similar to reality, the musician to express the unspoken through melody, harmony and rhythm. In turn, the writer strives to describe reality though a personal lens, hoping to bring clarity to emotion and, perhaps, enlighten. Arguably, the most common theme in art, especially the written word, is the abstract idea of love and the emotions associated with the ethereal word. A seemingly ineffable concept, love inspires the artist to a level of mastery transcending every other muse including, perhaps, concepts and general belief of a higher being.

In Demian, Hermann Hesse gives his account of love through the physical, mental and spiritual growth of Emil Sinclair. Guided by Jungian archetypes, Hesse presents love through a psychologist’s eyes, analyzing the development of the abstract idea from pre-puberty through college. Even through such an analytical lens, Hesse remains the artist, brilliant with wit and remarkable dialogue, making his account of love unique and quite thought provoking. Examining Hesse’s account of love through the male/female relationships in Demian provides a possible groundwork from which to examine one’s philosophy on the subject. Additionally, Sinclair’s idea of love develops in a manner that allows for a better understanding of other themes in Demian such as Abraxas, dreams, painting and the worlds of light and dark.
Before I continue, please note that much consideration went into how I should interpret Demian, Beatrice and Frau Eva as characters and influences on Sinclair.

Taking the characters as literal flesh and blood might have cheapened Hesse’s intended use of Freudian projection while assuming they are simply part of Sinclair’s mind might have eliminated much of the romance and bond between reader and character. Psychologist Carl Jung, through Johanna Neuer’s essay Jungian Archetypes in Hermann Hesse’s Demian, provided an excellent frame on which to examine said characters. “The central characters […] can be interpreted as archetypal material contained in Sinclair’s psyche and as flesh-and-blood people (10).” Jung believed that archetypes—realizations of the unconscious thought independent of experience—are sometimes personified (Neuer 10); thus, assuming they are both literal and part of Sinclair’s psyche is reasonable.

Sinclair’s first relationship with the opposite sex, a relationship with which many humans can relate, is with his mother. While no specific mention of her is made toward the beginning of the novel, one observes Sinclair’s basic concept of parents as rulers of order and all that is pure. They stay in the realm of light, neither faulting toward nor considering the dark realm. “This realm was familiar to me—mother and father, love and strictness, model behavior, and school. […] If one wanted an unsullied and orderly life, one made sure one was in league with this world (Hesse 5).” The only way for Sinclair to lead a life of the highest moral value was to be like his mother and father, clean, pure, unadulterated. He constantly doubted his ability to reach that level, but he continued to strive, citing his sisters as example. “My sisters, too, belonged to the realm of light. It often seemed to me that they had a greater natural affinity to my father and mother; they were better, better mannered, had fewer faults than I (Hesse 7).”

Donald Nelson in his essay Hermann Hesse’s Demian and the Resolution of the Mother-Complex argues that Hesse’s “male-female relationships reflect heterosexual immaturity (57)” a trait very visible, and very expected, in Sinclair’s early relationship with his parents and sisters. His view of his sisters, though, is especially interesting. At a very young age, Sinclair begins putting woman on a higher moral plain than himself or men in general. “Sisters, like parents, were to be comforted and respected…(Hesse 7).” I am fairly certain Sinclair would not have thought this away about a brother or male cousin. His adoration and over-respect for his sisters is foreshadowing of his general view of woman in early to mid-puberty.

In direct contrast to Sinclair’s na├»ve approach to women, Hesse presents Demian and Franz Kromer. Demian seems to be the man every young boy strives to become. Demian, for now, exists in that moment just before puberty when the opposite sex is still obtainable but equally fascinating. Demian seemed more grown up and “…some boys reported that Demian was intimate with girls and that he ‘knew everything (Hesse 28).’” The ambiguous nature of “knew everything” is a wildly intriguing concept for Sinclair whose view of women is still that of a delicate being, beautiful and pure.
Kromer pushes Sinclair’s realization of women as sexual when he asks Sinclair to bring his sister as a payment for his debt. At first, Sinclair is confused. “I failed to get his point and made no reply. I only looked at him, surprised (Hesse 30).” As Sinclair finally realizes the “horror” of such a request, he is stunned.
After he had left, something of the nature of his request suddenly dawned on me. I was still quite ignorant in these matters but I knew from hearsay that boys and girls when they grow older were able to do certain mysterious, repulsive, forbidden things together. And now I was supposed to—it suddenly flashed on me how monstrous his request was! I knew at once I would never do it. (Hesse 30-31)

Arguably, Kromer’s request is “repulsive” and his approach to women is no more mature than Sinclair’s, but consider the manner in which Kromer asked Sinclair to bring his sister. After Sinclair refuses the request Kromer says, “Well, anyway, think it over. I’d like to meet your sister. We’ll find a way one of these days. You could simply take her along on a walk and I could join you (Hesse 30).” Sinclair admits that his refusal did not bother Kromer, a very unusual break in pattern from previous refusals. While Sinclair still sees the act as horrible, Hesse wants the reader to examine an interesting side of Kromer. Admittedly, Kromer’s intentions may not be lofty, but the manner in which he presents his intentions is, at least, acknowledgment of the sexual nature of love. Sinclair witnesses said acknowledgement but does not know how to examine and actualize the concept. The process of actualization and application slowly begins at puberty.

“The slowly awakening sense of my own sexuality overcame me, as it does every person, like an enemy and terrorist, as something forbidden, tempting and sinful (Hesse 40).” Hesse’s description of puberty is masterful, giving insight to a period of life on which most people do not want to reflect. For Sinclair, puberty is confirmation that the realm of dark is a problem with which he must deal. “These impulses always came from the ‘other world’ and were accompanied by fear, constraint, and a bad conscience. They were always revolutionary and threatened the calm in which I would gladly have continued to live (Hesse 40).” Sinclair desperately clings to the world he knows, respects and strives to emulate. The “impulses” he feels seem to him more fitting of Kromer or anyone else who is morally corrupt. He struggles desperately to separate himself from the lustful world of sinners.

As he begins to view women in a sexual nature, his belief in their purity and fragile nature intensifies, creating a shell of his childhood that allows him to nurture his strongest pre-pubescent belief. Sinclair reinforces his philosophy when he is informed about Mrs. Jaggelt, a seemingly middle-aged owner of a stationary store with whom “one could talk business, and all the things that had happened behind her counter wouldn’t fit into a book (Hesse 60).” Sinclair, shocked by the discovery, exclaims that he could never love such a woman, and the fact that other boys/men would seek such pleasure seemed “less appealing and more ordinary than love (Hesse 60).” Sinclair’s statement about loving Mrs. Jaggelt seems slightly random unless one assumes that he is under the impression the boys/men who sleep with her are, in fact, in love. Indeed, when he confirms that his idea of love is less ordinary, his thoughts become more clear. Sinclair is still confusing purely sexual encounters, in most cases meant strictly for quick physical pleasures, with spiritual/mental connections of which the latter, according to Sinclair, are the only situations that can be, or lead to, love. The idea that humans seek sex without bothering to consider love is completely outside of the norm for him, an impure idea resulting in the dark side of life. Sinclair’s idealization of women reaches its peak when he sees the first actualization of his ideals in a park one afternoon.

Hesse’s primary female characters are essential in Sinclair’s realization of his anima—inner being, self (Nelson 58)—and confronting self-imposed societal based facades. In this manner, the woman Sinclair sees in the park, with whom he becomes obsessed, acts first as a guardian of Sinclair’s shell, but soon becomes the catalyst through which he transcends his restrictive ideals. Sinclair’s encounter with this woman in the park starts, or so it seems on one level, as a purely sexual attraction. “She was tall and slender, elegantly dressed, and had an intelligent and boyish face (Hesse 66).” Never having spoken to the woman, Sinclair decides to name her Beatrice after a young pre-Raphaelite woman in an English painting whose representation is that of Beatrice from Dante’s The Divine Comedy. One must wonder how much of an impact Beatrice’s physical beauty actually had on Sinclair. He claims to have named her after the painting, but quickly finds himself contradicting his reason. “My beautiful young woman did not quite resemble her…(Hesse 66).” More so than her physical beauty, something about her boyish face triggered in Sinclair the state of consciousness leading to the a better understanding of self (Nelson 58) and how the self plays a part in love.

His “relationship” with Beatrice begins like his relationships with other woman; he immediately places her above reproach. “She raised her image before me, she gave me access to a holy shrine, she transformed me into a worshiper in a temple. […] I had come home again to myself, even if only as the slave and servant of a cherished image (Hesse 66-67).” Again feeling like a lowly sinner, Sinclair attempts to change. He quits visiting bars and pays his debts not for his own betterment but to impress or at least make an influence on his ideal woman. “My sexuality, a torment from which I was in constant fight, was to be transfigured into spirituality and devotion by this holy fire. […] My goal was not joy but purity, not happiness but beauty, and spirituality (Hesse 67).” He is the epitome of worthless in the presence of his ideal.

As his worship reaches a peak, the inspiration to paint her image grows into an unstoppable force, the need to see her through his eyes overcomes concerns about talent or worth as an artist. Sinclair must paint his feelings. “It was a dream face that emerged and I was not dissatisfied with it. Yet I persisted and every new sketch was more distinct, approximated more nearly the type I desired, even if it in no way reproduced reality (Hesse 68).” Sinclair is not concerned with reality. Whether or not he is aware, he is trying to paint his subconscious, his anima’s definition of a lover. His final product is face with characteristics of man and women, ageless and god-like. The androgynous nature of the painting is very telling from a Jungian perspective. “[Androgyny] symbolizes a wholeness resulting from a psychological fusion of both sexes in one person, a union whereby each sex receives something of the powers of the other (Nelson 58).” Essentially, the painting is a representation of Sinclair’s anima; thus, he sees Demian, the man he wants to become, his lover and himself in the picture. Sinclair’s conscious mind is at the point of meltdown. He wants to hold onto this concept of purity, the shell that shields him from adulthood. At the same time, his anima drives him to a different, a more carnal, ideology.

“Beatrice, however, can serve only as a temporary guide to Sinclair. She must be transcended. Her role is limited to that of a muse, of inspiring Sinclair to artistic creativity, which initiates the quest of wholeness and of self. As an object of love, she does not represent fulfillment (Nelson 58).” After wrestling and suppressing his feelings that come from the dark realm, desperate to stay “good,” Sinclair finds the philosophy through which he can merge the ideas of light and dark, his feelings of purity and sexuality. He discovers Abraxas, “…a godhead whose symbolic task is the uniting of godly and devilish elements (Hesse 78).” As Sinclair makes his first realizations that the “dark” side of life he feared as evil does not necessarily imply immorality, his ideal, Beatrice, takes a back seat to a new infatuation. Learning as much about this new deity consumes his being.
The figure of Beatrice with which I had occupied myself so intimately and fervently gradually became submerged or, rather, was slowly receding, approaching the horizon more and more, becoming more shadowy and remote, paler. She no longer satisfied the longings of my soul. (Hesse 78)

A new urge to manifest his sexual desires becomes a comfort instead of a nuisance. “My sexual drive, which I had sublimated for a time in the veneration of Beatrice, demanded new images and objects (Hesse 79).” But Sinclair still refuses the “easy way” for sexual release, the way of his friends. Turning to a prostitute or finding a one-night stand is simply deception of the sexual urges, not fulfillment (Hesse 79).

Through Abraxas eyes Sinclair’s view of the morality, sensuality and the world changes for what Hesse portrays as better. A turning point for Sinclair, a moment in which his childhood shell cracks, ready to shed, is a profound dream. He returns to his father’s house to see his mother, “…as I entered and wanted to embrace her, it was not she but a form I had never set eyes before, tall and strong, resembling Demian and the pictures I had painted; yet different, for despite it’s strength it was completely feminine (Hesse 79).” The most striking aspect of the dream is the realization of femininity in the new figure. For the first time, Sinclair recognizes his ideal was a female. A new sense of love begins, a duality of spirituality and intellectual attraction with sensuality and pure carnal behavior. Using Abraxas as a means to an end, Sinclair willingly connects love with physical sensation in addition to spiritual and emotional attraction (Nelson 59). The literary reflection of his new realization is actualized in his conversation with Knauer, an anti-sensualist, during which Sinclair says, “…I don’t understand why someone is supposed to be more pure than another person if he suppresses his sexual urges (Hesse 98).” This drastic change in thought leaves Sinclair ready for his final self-realization dealing with love.

The ultimate representation of Sinclair’s ideal woman, the one through which he can realize his anima, is none other than Demian’s mother, Frau Eva. After seeing Eva’s picture, Sinclair remarks:
I could hardly remember what she looked like, but now as I saw the small likeness my heart stood still; it was my dream image! That was she, the tall, almost masculine woman who resembled her son, with maternal traits, severity, passion; beautiful and alluring, beautiful and unapproachable, daemon and mother, fate and beloved. There was no mistaking her! (Hesse 111)

Once Sinclair finds Eva, he wants no part of any other woman. He relates a story in which a girl “approaches” him in Zurich. “I would rather have died on the spot than have paid attention to another women, even for an hour (Hesse 112).” Sinclair’s infatuation is sincere and complete. Jung would consider Frau Eva Sinclair’s representation of “the Great Mother,” an archetype composed of a nearly perfect mixture of the ideal women, real or fictional, in his life: “It represents neither the object of sublimated adoration, as in the case of Beatrice, nor the purely primitive drives of Sinclair’s earlier school days (Neuer 13).” Frau Eva is totality for Sinclair as expressed in his androgynous description of her (Neuer 15). The fact that Sinclair sees Demian in Eva and earlier saw Demian in himself further points to Eva as Sinclair’s ultimate mate.

Unlike past male/female relationships, Frau Eva is to Sinclair both lover and mother. She strives to change his concept of “woman” so that he may “transcend the level on which he had previously been fixed: passivity, worship from afar, inhibition, fear of women, looking upon love as a gift that women (other) offers as a kind of reward for being good (Nelson 60).” Eva forces Sinclair to risk contentment, to stop living in world where love is never expressed but to one’s self and the epitome of sin is impurity. In a moment of unrivaled emotional monologue and profound philosophy, Frau Eva says to Sinclair, “Love must not entreat or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract. Sinclair, your love is attracted to me. Once it begins to attract me, I will come. I will not make a gift of myself. I must be won (Hesse 126).” Sinclair’s final goal is that of self-confidence, a goal he and many other men struggle with to the end.

Sinclair’s journey from pre-pubescence to maturity is one with which every male can relate at one point other another. Hesse’s reflection on the journey is the unique aspect of Sinclair’s story. Whereas many men cannot or chose not to remember their hardships and emotions through the almost invisible yet difficult stages of growth, Hesse remembers and presents them in an analytical novel, a story of morality and love, a story through which we may begin to examine our concepts of both. Demian is one of few novels where a creative, while wholly unremarkable, story and a scientific understanding of the human mind combine to create a work of genius and a truly remarkable account of the concept “love.”

Works Cited
Hesse, Hermann. Demian. Bantam Book: New York, 1985.

Nelson, Donald. “Herman Hesse’s Demian and the Resolution of the Mother-Complex.” Germanic Review 59.2 (1984): 57-62.

Neuer, Johanna. “Jungian Archetypes in Hermann Hesse’s Demian.” Germanic Review 57.1 (1982): 9-15.

3.21.2006

We have friends to remind us that our life is not unlivable, neither is theirs. Sadness, struggle, unfortunate occurrences in an uncontrollable reality, lonely and desolate on a sphere of 6.5 billion, cozy with at least one friend. Living, in its entirety, is not depressing. Certain aspects procure sadness, but friends make the sadness an inconsequential smudge, the faintest water mark, on a glass half full.

3.18.2006

We have friends to remind us of our flaws, to color between the lines of our lives with the crayons we don't, and never will, own. Our purpose, in sharing the colors, is to develop a completeness unattainable with limited shades, a sense of vivid fullness impossibly boring in one hue, to create a finished project--our finished project--: our spectrum.

3.15.2006

some time ago:

forkhead2003: DAD
newmanMU: ...it's daN actually
forkhead2003: OH
forkhead2003: same thing
newmanMU: howdy
forkhead2003: how's break?
newmanMU: eh...boring...homework filled
newmanMU: Second String filled
forkhead2003: ah yes
forkhead2003: i've actually looked at my music...i hope the others remembered
newmanMU: awesome, how is your break, sir?
forkhead2003: oh man
forkhead2003: it's painful
newmanMU: ?
forkhead2003: k...here we go
forkhead2003: so i get home
forkhead2003: and i go in to work on Monday
forkhead2003: and i'm working in jewelry
forkhead2003: and all of a sudden there's a commotion in the men's dept and i see our security lady (a short woman my mother's age) run out the door...
forkhead2003: so i run over there, cuz i'm the only scary looking fella in the building
newmanMU: wow
forkhead2003: that's right i RAN!
forkhead2003: and I get outside, and marsha (security) is chasing this black girl (race will be important later) across the parking lot
forkhead2003: so i take off my tie and my badge and join the chase
forkhead2003: that's right, i RAN
newmanMU: holy crap
forkhead2003: so we get to the end of the parking lot...cross the street...run behind a strip mall on the other side of the street...she hops a fence, and another associate (Brad) hops it with her (Marsha, Brad and I were the only ones chasing her)
forkhead2003: Marsha and I run around the fence
forkhead2003: through a field...we catch up with her...hold her down for a little while marsha catches up (she's slow)...
forkhead2003: before marsha can get there, shoplifter gets away...chase continues
newmanMU: wow...this is like....a movie....in slow motion
forkhead2003: yep yep
forkhead2003: all this time marsha is trying to communicate to our store via two-way radio to call the police (our manager that night is an idiot)
forkhead2003: so we run through this field...then into another field with really long grass (up to my waist)
forkhead2003: then down a hill,
forkhead2003: then across a creek (no joke, there was a creek)
forkhead2003: then up a hill
newmanMU: hhaha
forkhead2003: and into a low-income housing development
forkhead2003: (this is where it turns into an episode of cops)
forkhead2003: remember when I said that her race would matter?
newmanMU: yes
forkhead2003: so brad and I finally catch up with her in the parking lot of this apartment complex, which, mind you, is millions of miles away from JCPenney
forkhead2003: and we're trying to restrain her
forkhead2003: which isn't easy given the limited amount of restraint we are allowed to perform
forkhead2003: so then her friends start coming out of there apartments
forkhead2003: and they see us, two white males, trying to hold a black female to the ground...
newmanMU: ...
forkhead2003: and so Brad and I start getting beat up by her friends
forkhead2003: and then marsha gets there
forkhead2003: with her radio
forkhead2003: and she's STILL trying to get the police to us
newmanMU: omg!
forkhead2003: and now there are about 3 JCPenney employees trying to fight off about 1/2 dozen people
forkhead2003: and trying to restrain a shoplifter
forkhead2003: so, marsha comes over to me and holds down the girl while I get up and try to talk to these people
forkhead2003: and i'm explaining that we're just restraining a shoplifter who was caught in our store, we don't want to hurt her, etc...
forkhead2003: and one of them threatens to get a knife...
forkhead2003: and i get angry and inform them that if they touch me or any of my associates i will "prosecute your ass"
forkhead2003: and surprisingly, it actually scared them
newmanMU: HAHAHAHA
forkhead2003: side note: i was being one mean, tough mo-fo
forkhead2003: which was a facade...i was quite scared
forkhead2003: so anyway...while i'm trying to talk to these people, the shoplifter succeeds in breaking free from marsha and brad
newmanMU: ...lol ...I can't even imagine...I would change majors back to music ed to see this
forkhead2003: and runs into her apartment
forkhead2003: HAH
forkhead2003: so she runs into her apartment and her possy (how do you spell that) follows her
forkhead2003: this was probably the stupidest thing she'd ever done
forkhead2003: cuz the apartments only have one entrance, so we knew exactly where she was, and when the police FINALLY got there (over 20 mins after we left the store) they went into the apartment and dragged her out
forkhead2003: so she was charged with one count of felony theft, one count of aggravated assault (since marsha's a security officer), and two accounts of assault (Brad and myself)
newmanMU: hahahaha.....what a loser...what did she try to steal?
forkhead2003: a bunch of clothes...she stashed over $250 in clothes in two shoe boxes
newmanMU: jeez
forkhead2003: oh, and i didn't mention that she hit me in the face numerous times with a bag and with her fist (one count assault)
forkhead2003: she hit brad in the face and kicked him in the balls (another count of assault)
forkhead2003: and she punched marsha in the face and kicked her in the groin a few times (aggravated assault)
newmanMU: jesus!
forkhead2003: i was bleeding, brad had trouble walking, and marsha still has bruises
newmanMU: holy crap....
forkhead2003: definitely the most exciting (and scary) moment of my life
newmanMU: I bet...wow.....I have no stories to top that
newmanMU: Jason has a nerve problem in his foot....he couldn't walk today............ I have a hang nail.....
forkhead2003: HAHAH
forkhead2003: hang nails are rough
newmanMU: not as rough as a gaggle of girls trying to steal some semi-designer clothes
forkhead2003: hah
forkhead2003: gaggle
forkhead2003: hah
forkhead2003: hey...save this conversation so i don't have to type all of that to amber, et al. i'll just print it off and distribute it
newmanMU: I already saved it! hahahahahahaha

3.13.2006

Knowing matters not in that rational faculties are, unfortunately(?), trumped by whimsy. Want makes not our lives worth living, just interestingly complicated, enjoyable failure. Never is something more beyond one's perception than when one desires the perceived. Are humans realistically supposed to not want, forget the want, for that which they cannot possess? Since I exist, I struggle. How one deals with the struggle is living. I am losing the battle for life, and, like the arduous strain of an addictive drug, I enjoy the feeling.

3.10.2006

Dear Sarah,

Whenever I do anything, I strive for excellence. If I'm not making a meaningful contribution to the field in which I'm working, there's no point in being in the field. That being said, one doesn't have to be particularly great to make a meaningful contribution. As long as one makes a concerted effort for improvement, advancement or development, one is making a meaningful contribution.

Naturally, or so I believe, the order of life and the only basis on which we can live (in a rational manner) is through competition. I don't mean to imply cut-throat life/death struggles, although some of that certainly exists. Friendly competition, rivalry make advancement easier and necessary, and normally eliminates anyone unwilling or unable to make a meaningful contribution to any given field.

The teacher's job is unique in that they are required to, at least, attempt to have students make meaningful contributions. For the most part, their job is, literally, to force a subject on a student. This role changes as students become more independent in choosing courses, but the goal is the same: each student must make a meaningful contribution, or they don't do well in the class.

Looking back, my high school experience was two fold: personally awkward and academically miserable.
I learned more in the first semester of college, about social interaction and academia, than my entire high school career. The people I met were the only redeeming factors about high school, most of which I have little or no contact with now. Regardless, they were the only thing keeping me sane.

On a lighter(?) note, I'm fine. For whatever reason, I'm very apathetic about school right now. Overloaded, perhaps, but I'm fine. The highlights of my college career are my friends and the school newspaper.

How are you?

-Daniel

3.09.2006

Howdy,

“The standard of the good is that which is good for society.” This [means], in logic—and, today, in worldwide practice—that “society” stands above any principles of ethics, since “the good” is whatever it wills, whatever it happens to assert as its own welfare and pleasure. This [means] that “society” may do anything it pleases, since “the good” is whatever it chooses to do because it chooses to do it. And—since there is no such entity as “society,” since some men (the majority or any gang that claims to be its spokesman) are ethically entitled to pursue any whims (or any atrocities) they desire to pursue, while other men are ethically obliged to spend their lives in the service of that gang’s desires.

Observe what this beneficiary-criterion of morality does to a man's life. The first thing he learns is that morality is his enemy; he has nothing to gain from it, he can only lose; self-inflicted loss, self-inflicted pain and the gray, debilitating pall of an incomprehensible duty is all that he can expect. He may hope that others might occasionally sacrifice themselves for his benefit, as he grudgingly sacrifices himself for theirs, but he knows that the relationship will bring mutual resentment, no pleasure--and that, morally, their pursuit of values will be like an exchange of unwanted, unchosen Christmas presents, which neither is morally permitted to buy for himself.

---from The Virtue of Selfishness by Ayn Rand

What is good for society is more important than what is good for individuals in the society.
A society is individuals in the society.

Let society = A.
Let individuals in the society = B.

What is good for A is more important that what is good for B. (I’ve said the exact same thing as above.)
A is B.

Therefore: What is good for A is more important than what is good for A. (or) What is good for B is more important than what is good for B.

This is a contradiction. Something cannot be more important than itself. Since a society is (or is equal to) individuals, then they are the same thing (commutative property of math or A = B therefore B is a logical substitution for A ... A = A or B = B). Of course, if we don’t agree on the definition of society, which I thought we did at LSB, then we have to figure out some more semantics.

Philosophy-woot,

Daniel

3.05.2006

Thinking points:

1. Is there a practical purpose to friendship? Why do we have friends? Why do we want them? Value them? I'll work on this for a later date.

2. When people talk to me, I must hear code. No matter what is said, I never understand. When you say, "I don't hate you," I hear, "I don't hate you, because that's what you want to hear." With assuring smile you exclaim, "We want you to join us," but I hear, "We want you to join us, because that's what you want to hear." And, most certainly, I want to have a place; I want to "belong." I just don't understand what that means, how it applies or why, if at all, it pertains to me. Is this a legitimate definition of paranoia?

3. To/For whom am I writing. Why?

3.04.2006

Who do I talk to in order to find an answer? What am I not getting that makes everyone else easier to understand? When will I figure this out? Where does one's life go if one cannot understand the collective you? Why does this bother be? How does one conquer fear?

Denying my emotions is the most difficult thing I've ever attempted. Why, if something shouldn't bother me, does it (bother me)? I suppose I'm weak yet. No excuse(?). No excuses(?). Not excused(?).
Academic: Breaking - I'm beginning the "get behind in classes" phase of the semester. I need spring break; I need motivation during spring break; I need to find a way to motivate myself during spring break. It's essential at this point.

Social: Breaking - Trying to develop new friendships: failing. Trying to maintain old, important friendships: failing. Being a friend in general: C- (Amber, I'm going to worry about it. Because "who cares?" I do. Quite a bit.)

Personal: Breathing - Personal contentment is breathing in my book. But I'm back to the contentment versus ecstasy/depression debate. Except, I have nothing really for which to shoot. I'll have to settle for contentment. (BTW: T.M. is a grade A d.b. ... and I plad him.)

-----

B.T.,

Preface: A man visits a transcendentalist's hot dog stand and orders one with everything (a joke in itself). He hands the vendor a $5 for a $2.50 hot dog. The vendor gives him no money back.

"Hey," the man snarls, "where's my change?"

The vendor replies, "My good sir, change comes from within."

Body: Inactivity is the antithesis of life. If no one changes, no one lives. A man with no revelations has no reason to wake up, no need for food and no connection to a functioning realm of existence.

Conclusion: I <3 change. Talk about it. It'll help.

DTR

3.02.2006

I feel like feeling something. (Not in a physical sense, Mr. Sade.) Lately I've just been numb.

Understanding does not negate one's reason(s) to live. Why do we exist if not to learn, understand and, generally, move?
Tools of the trade: Understanding how/why my thoughts become text

Grammar is a tool through which thoughts, seemingly random without order, are presented to an audience—even if the writer is the audience—allowing for maximum readability and comprehension. The masterful writer is enabled, not limited, by grammar, using many aspects of the topic—punctuation being most visible—to craft an essay, report, journal entry, etc. in such a way that the intended audience clearly understands the author’s message. I do not contend that with eloquent grammar a writer eliminates interpretation; whether the writer’s intent is symbolic or literal, grammar is the lens through which the audience perceives the message. The writer should never feel stifled by grammar unless he or she must communicate with a specific group or community. Even then rules are tools for effective communication and not a limitation.

While established rules for grammar are certainly the norm, and, as a result, the most effective form of communication, rules are merely guidelines and suggestions for readability’s sake. The writer is ultimately in control of grammar and style. For example, should the writer choose to eliminate punctuation from a piece, one should not contend that the writer has “bad grammar.” Of what grammar is one speaking if none exists? Rules are not necessarily “made to be broken,” but they are certainly not made as restrictive absolutes. Grammar is only necessary when the writer deems it necessary. That being said, rules for grammar make communication easier, and using audience appropriate grammar is essential for effective communication.

Learning to break the normative grammar rules at appropriate junctures is essential to clear writing. Knowing one’s audience is the key to grammar usage; rules make more sense and are better applied when one knows their origins. Different discourse communities, for example, have different vocabularies and, often, different rules for grammar and style. Additionally, communicating between socioeconomic barriers affects the type and style of grammar one uses. Between friends one might use slang, or on an instant message program, one of the more popular forms of communication in my time, one might not use capital letters, punctuation or even real words (l8r, brb, lol, rotfl, g2g, etc.).

Grammar rules are certainly contradictory based on audience, especially when one considers regional dialects. America and Britain essentially share the same language, but our grammar rules are somewhat different and sometimes in contrast e.g. we place our ending punctuation inside ending quotation marks and they place them outside. Knowing this simple change could mean the difference between authentic dialectical writing and looking like a grammatical invalid (within the community of readers).

Additionally, differences in grammar structure and style occur within regions depending on employment status or education. Journalists have a distinct style and very specific rules for structure. Associated Press style, the most commonly used style in journalism, is basically a formula for structure and usage. Indeed, the most stifling of grammar and style rules occurs in specific discourse communities using community specific jargon to advance their profession. Even with the level of restriction placed on said communities, the rules are still not absolute. Deterring from the rules might be considered “bad grammar,” but long time members of any discourse community soon learn that effective communication trumps specific style under any and all circumstances.