A writing mind

In truth I no longer care about thinking. My previous post was prior work and I felt it needed a home. I can say that my passion is no longer for thinking because I am done with it. I spent many years completing my philosophy. I included my major results in a book I wrote "Final Conclusions". It explains how the universe functions, as a matter of justice. Everything finds a perfect balance... I wrote final conclusions so that people can learn to see their lives correctly. I understand how pious that sounds, but its not as if I am saying that I personally have all the answers. My final conclusions came from years of deep introspection. anyone can do what I have done, my hope is that my book speeds up the process, and imparts some real use able wisdom to the people who read it.

This blog will be more random, I will write about things that bother me. my personal views, romantic wishes and dreams. in short I am going to write about the deeper aspects of my life. I don't feel that unless it is witnessed it becomes irrelevant- no. It is more so that I hope anyone who reads this might come to terms with themselves, to compare the human process and find a kindred unity of sorts.

Not all of my work will be golden. sometimes my writing takes on my current mood, depending on my current brain chemicals. For instance I used to be a smoker, my writing came off as very pensive and hyper. Here is an example.

are you a soul or are you a body? are you a being that transcends your existence and physical presence, or are you nothing more than biological computational hardware? the answer is both- the answer is that you define your existence through two main lenses. the sense of "I" resides with the soul, the comprehension of "now" sits upon your body.
these two paradigms are merged for most people, I and Now are one and the same.
the struggle to make righteous decisions is just that. a struggle by design, I often find myself building arguments that have no conclusion... I ask myself things like,

And clearly I never finished, as the struggle to perceive the imperceptible comes to zero fruition. I had no purpose for this. I was just frustrated and lonely, in need of venting.

And here is more frustrated venting. I am giving you a base of understanding, to comprehend who I used to be-defined by thinking. Hopefully you understand. 

Am I just as sophomoric as any other witless fool? Am I not just searching for a "new pornography"? I am just as disinterested as the american youth... Full of angst, self loathing and apathy. This is the starting mindset of any philosopher... The ending paradigm as well if I am not mistaken. With any luck I will think myself into an early grave... This is what it means to be gifted to a preposterous degree. As god is my witness I am even more hopeless than a callous heathen--- it is my burden to completely comprehend my situation. As a child would hold a magnifying glass to an ant hill- so I view humanity... My only regret is that my introspection into myself and humanity does not destroy and can only passively watch.

Endless thinking is an endless madness. I was very grateful to finish, by God's grace I was able to be done with it.

(in case you are interested, I CAN logically and objectively prove his existence... the ability is afforded by my many years of thought... I tend to be right about everything)

http://www.amazon.com/Final-Conclusions-Volume-Christopher-Hedden/dp/1475091486/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1334373385&sr=8-1#reader_1475091486

Take a look if you like. I will continue posting in this blog, as I have a few years of writing to give you before I can move on. I am sure it won't all be interesting to you ( I doubt many will read this regardless) but I persist for the sake of posterity and levity.