Words of Reason

I'm slowly recovering my memory. I was drunk in the Caribbean for a couple of weeks, and when I came too all of my thoughts were in Spanish, which is really weird considering I don't speak Spanish.

This extended period of inebriation was prompted by my quest for New Year's resolutions. It's not uncommon for me to "tap into" a creative state of consciousness while intoxicated, and if I'm being honest, I find this state of being rather intoxicating.  

I'm still putting all of the pieces of the puzzle together, as to how I ended up in a remote part of the Caribbean, wallering with pigs near the sea. But from what I can gather, due to investigating my digital footprint from the last few weeks, I went full YOLO and booked the cheapest flight I could find to Latin America, which non-coincidentally was to one of the most dangerous places on earth. According to the last correspondence I could find, I "wanted to feel alive..." by "extracting the privilege from my whiteness." I'm not quite sure what I meant by that, but I assume it was something to the effect of coming up with New Year's resolutions that weren't based on luxury problems.

Aside from Montezuma's revenge, and untranslatable thoughts in Spanish, all I came up home with was the idea that, "I guess I'll blog more."

Profound, I know. Especially considering I know the amount of eyes that read these words. But, as I've said repeatedly, these words are for the future, after the dysgenical digital de-evolution of humanity into an inferior cyborg species (think of a digitally infused version of Idiocracy). But the more I think about that, the more I realize that the future always looks down upon history, when it is undoubtedly the opposite under observation. 

Evolution is a myth.

However, this does present an interesting question: if one of the primary philosophies of white supremacy is a lie, does that make white supremacy a lie? In other words, is white supremacy a fallacist's fallacy?

I wish hadn't been so drunk on my recent adventure. I feel like I had this interesting social experiment that I could have put to the test. Something to the effect of, "Exploring white privilege in the non-White world." And before you start thinking, "pfft, this guy must be a racist or something, everyone knows white privilege is a universally observed phenomenon," keep in mind what white privilege really is. White privilege, according to the author who coined the term, is "an invisible knapsack full of things like maps so you would never metaphorically get lost."

So, here I was, in one of the most dangerous places on the planet (it goes without saying, but I'm going to say it anyway: it was 100% non-white) without my invisible knapsack, exploring the dangers of diversity on a drunken whim. I don't recall what I was doing, aside from obviously drinking copious amounts of alcohol in the sun (upon my return, most of my skin is no longer white), but I hope I was reading Marx. I've actually entertained the idea that I was reading Marx, but in Spanish, which would account for all of these untranslatable Spanish ideas I have swirling within my conscious. Things like, "El proletariado no tiene patria" and, "La religión es una herramienta ideológica," of which I have no idea what they mean.

Nonetheless, the mission was to formulate problems outside of my luxurious bubble, and instead I came home with diarrhea and a desire to write more. 

My soul is still longing to live, in a place where philosophy transcends the linguistic judgements of the luxurious. Until then, I'll keep blogging for answers.

God bless!