Do you know the joy of not having to talk in abstractions? Of being able to discuss a philosophy of living instead of a "theory" of "life?" Of hearing people make objective statements about objective material and not having them scoffed at? Of discussing literature not in terms of its critique on Western culture? Of analyzing characters by their actions--their virtues and their flaws--and not by their secret ambition to sleep with their mother or their Marxist influences? Of meeting people--teachers, even--who, like yourself, refuse to accept the world as they're told it is but, instead, accept the world as it is?
I do. As of 4:33 p.m. on Friday, February 15, 2008.
It's not too often that people can recognize milestones in their intellectual development. This date and time may be one of mine. That's why I'm recording it so officially. Granted, it seems a little silly to me. I'm not a big fan of internet "diaries." And I don't want this space--which I've used more as an open invitation to all of existence to analyze my thoughts and actions--to become a daily report of my life. I try to keep it more about analysis than reportage.
Nonetheless, there it is. A report of my life. But, I hope, more so a report on my development as a human being--so that I may look back at this post and remember, fondly, the moment I truly stopped being ashamed of what I believe.