Is it possible to meet the same rabbit twice?

Oh, hello there ladies and gent...men. Didn't notice you sneaking up on me. I was just perusing a couple of the classical rhetorical theoreticians (currently browsing Cicero's "De Oratore" - what a livid tale on the fantasy of the ideal speaker). This crisp autumn weather is perfect to catch up on various scholarly works, so I don't have to worry about getting furburn through the blistering days.

Philosophy is always a fun topic. It allows anybody to become an expert in any field by mere means of putting together words upon which they are supposedly devout. Big scary words are also a plus, even if they have no logical place in the argument. Grammar is not important. The blog is a transcending arena in which one unto upon therefore is quintillion. See? I'm a philosophizer too.

At least, that is the smartie smart academic philosophy. Then there is the more casual, "way of life" philosophy. This is the one not expressed by words, but by actions. If one's philosophy was uber-professional and cleanliness of all things in life, you'd see him (or Avril Lavigne) constantly wrapping that piece of fabric around the neck, or wiping after each...meal.

Personally, I put my philosophy right in that fancy banner right at the top. I'm a roamer, a dreamer, whatever you wanna call it. I drift from scene to scene, soaking up the fat and storing it in the freezer until an undetermined date when I forget to put it in the trash. If I judge, I judge out of momental observation, not out of predetermined opposition (unless it is referring to abomination that is Cup Noodles, the lazy person's ramen, but that's a totally diff subject). A person fails to stop at a stop sign? They are a bad driver at that moment for failing to stop. Perhaps the next moment they drive as well as the Blue's Brothers evading yet another swarm of police cars.

To make the short story long...erm...*that'll be no dinner for you for that egregious mistake, Michael*... I'm a spontaneous bunny hopping from thought to thought, not worrying about weaving them together. I guess that makes the blogosphere the perfect spot for me to ponder.

"An unexamined life is not worth living" -Socrates