Extensions From That Cord Don't get me wrong, I love reading and knowledge and the like, but for some reason, 400 plus pages of works dedicated to swearing off the wrongs of white men who colonized and brutaly betrayed Africa gets a bit depressing.
However, that exact same professor (the Denny act-alike) has also led me to some very important and unique thoughts this last week. The conclusion of these? I want to go to Africa.

I guess having all these moments and instances pace through my mind just remind me that college is not what I thought it was going to be. For some reason, I had this expectation that college would be when I flourished, saw the world, and became who I would be for the rest of my life. However, I see it's a little different now. Time here is like an incubation period. I am being set physically stagnant so that my mind might grow. I am itching to be let free, but I think God knows its best that I stay, mature, and grow before I can take on the world.

Back to homework, I think that you should really read the Meno by Plato about Socrates. I just finished the Phaedo and am starting on, who would have thought, Descartes Mediations. I really think that the Meno has a lot that would really benefit and intrigue. For instance, I think the whole talk on whether or not virtue can be talk is total space filler material, but the dialogue about how we know what is good, and whether people can purposely do harm to themselves is mindboggling. For personal pleasure, I much more enjoyed the Phaedo, just because I've never even considered second guessing the nature of believing in and afterlife. You just do or dont right? But how absurd is the belief that we die, but aren't dead, and if it is so weird, why do we hold it? I also was able to make really wild connections about the implications on a belief in the afterlife to how one lives while alive. All that talk made me so much more assured that people really must know what they believe before they can live to their purpose.

And that's why college frustrates me as well. So many people jsut believing nothing saying "I'll find it sometime". In their right they can take their sweet time to search, but for some reason I feel like a majority of them arent even searching. Wait, this is me being over critical (and long winded)

Rock on, my dear friends. The leaves are turning brown upon their tall stalks of palm trees, and the wind has a chill to it that almost reminds me of home.

I'm out of writting. This sucks. Life kicks butt.  ¶ 10:04 PM