Q: Kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.

I had this brilliant post planned for last night, but I couldn't post it because the internet went mysterously down. Here's the exerpt I'd written:

"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existance is to kindle a light in the darknes of mere being." - Carl Jung.

So here I was, brushing my teeth late last night, and suddenly this thought occurs to me... why we're all so self-obsessed, it's the same qualities that make up a good news story. We only care about something if it's close to us (proximity,) if it's happening right now (timeliness,) or if it has a direct effect on us (impact.) That's why it's so hard to concentrate on the earthquake in Pakistan, the war in Iraq or North Korea, but so easy for me to philosophize about my own meager little life. It's a lack of occupation of the mind, a vacuum of thinking ability that elevates these issues, but also the very same traits that cause one thing to be front page news, and the other to be buried in the back. Fascinating.

And now I've totally lost that train of thought. I'm very tired after a long (and rather productive) night of work so I don't even know how much I have to say. The day was really not as bad as I'd thought it would be. This proves my theory about having low expectations... that way, you're pleasantly surprised when it doesn't turn out for the worst (and conversely, vindicated when it does.) My tests were ridiculously disposable in nature, although the scattershot studying I did in history may have decreased my potential mark... definitely not my best subject. Hell, definitely not anybody's best subject.

But I'm that much closer to reading week.

So I was insomniac last night. And when you're so desperate for sleep, you reach a state of paranoid delusion. See, we've got this project due for Desktop publishing where we all have to create a newspaper, with articles in entertainment, news, fashion, sports... and I'm all paranoid, thinking people in my group are stealing my articles.

Think about that for a second.

People I'm working with... stealing my work... for the paper we're working on... together.

And yet somehow, it's almost one and I'm still conscious? How did that happen?

Oh, right... caffeine.

Well, nothing else today. I did run into Eric Kim on the bus for about 8 seconds as he already noted in a comment.

All right this has been one of the least inspired posts in a while... and I had such a good start with that whole occupation of the mind thing. Where did I go wrong?

Keep on rockin'
-Scotto