day 113

A parenthesis ( ) breaks in upon my life in various ways and in diverse manners, (figuring much by breaking in the confinements that one erects around oneself for benefits only oneself knows), and I see my entire life itself as a parenthesis. Before I exist, (I exist) comes my death. That is an (easy) formula to follow. I enjoy using parentheses as a style in my writing because it breaks up my thoughts abruptly and (there is often many pauses in thought as we write but that process is never expressed on paper) I find great joy if I can express the choices I have to make when I write. But let us not be restricted to stylistics as ( ) is not always the only option of expressing parentheses. In fact, dates, time, spaces in between (or frames of different shapes or sizes) are parentheses. There seems to be great liberation when one knows what life consists of. The objective of having parentheses (I have described earlier as expressing choices) can be noted as a kind of self-reflexivity that obscures the true intention of an author. Now, that requires some (thoughtful) reflection: Are parentheses really so useful?

Instead, you find that an author is often at odds with himself or herself when a parenthesis is used. More than anything, (or less) a parenthesis actually teaches us that in emancipation (of a mind spoilt with ideas), one actually find the foreignness of a writing or authorship. Surely this is paradoxical (or obvious) that to make obvious what is supposed to be veiled, you just worsen the circumstance for understanding. Life is a such complex conglomerate that falls into this great hoax of a boundary called birth and death that to create extra-parentheses in life is precisely the paradox one undertakes; one becomes less assured of life and its meanings. Instead, we build more and greater boundaries and content to fill up these gaping holes - something like this:

{[( I )]}

and so the core is deeply concealed and often remains undiscovered till we meet the last frontier which is death}.


Think about how life can be less complicated if stylistically, we have less to deal with. But then again, without an immediacy that confronts the often misguided mind, we become ignorant, blur, and dumb enough to believe answers that are thought out from nothing, without human experience (in the strictest and most straightforward sense). Often, we give ourselves too few pauses to complicate life as it is, and manufacture a luxuriant and pertinent resolution to deal with problems (at the root of them). Instead, we are content to deal with just parentheses and not get down into the abyssal content. We become like orators and rhetorical sophists who love their style more than their truths.

Reveal the lie before you speak the truth.

To write (behind a proper name) is to lie.