Vanity of vanities

Not that it has any relation to what I'm about to say, but I'll try make it relevant. It's just that I had this epic philosophical discussion which I forgot to write about yesterday. See, that's the damn problem about being so bloody tired when blogging, you forget stuff!

So, today I checked Monday's timetable, ended up waiting at the music school for about five minutes, realizing it was Wednesday, and sprinting to my English class. And I didn't pack my copy of MacBeth either... which was a cost, because I missed out on the greatest discontinuity of ol' 'spear's evar! In case you missed it, it reads thus:

MacBeth, Act IV, Scene II
Son: Thou liest, thou shag hair'd villain!
First Murderer: What, you egg!
[kills him]
Young fry of treachery!
Son: He has killed me, mother! (????????? okaaaaay)
Run away, I pray you!

Well, that's how it's written in our textbook vibes anyway. Whatever, I totally think we should act it out. Maybe we can invoke an alternate reality so Shakespeare don't have to be bent...

Vanity of vanities. That's apparently from Ecclesiastes, not that I read the Bible. But it certainly got me thinking. What the hell is the point of anything? Everything we ever do, everything we ever see, or read, or smell, or hear, or taste, or experience... it's been done before. You may think you're in love, and you may think it's the best feeling ever and that no-one has ever felt like you have felt before, but yet it's all been done.

The height of vanity. You think you're original, you think you're creative, and yet you're not. There is a story at the bottom of all stories, there is music at the bottom of all music, everything artistic or creative or requiring free will and free ideas is unoriginal... It is just a rearrangement of something that has been previously done.

That's a rather "meh" way of looking at it, though. I usually feel a lot cooler about life, which is why I'm a socialist democrat and not a communist tyrant. Not that I rule a country anyway.

But I rate I could effectively run a little colony myself, like I'm talking Age of Empires style colony vibes. Man, the only thing I'm worried about when running for president is assassination. Because I'm just that likely to get killed by marauding gorillas. Or guerrillas. Or whatever, wherever I happen to be.

Where has my mind taken me? How the hell did I end up talking about this? Why am I meandering backwards and forwards across the plains of time? Because I'm starting to realize that life inherently has no meaning. When you are born, you are nothing but the love of your parents. Over time, you build on that. You accumulate time spent building the nation. Hoarding resources. Getting educated and accumulating knowledge. Lo and behold, at age 20 your life as an individual might actually be worth something. Regardless of how you measure it, although my preffered unit is of course man-hours and their potential.

Why does this sound like a politically-motivated propaganda vibe? Because this is pretty much how my NESM will start.

But wait, I don't have the time! Because my piano exam is 12 days away... COUNTING 'EM DOWN!!! PRACTICE THOSE SCALES!!! Also other things too, but mostly that! Mission!