I need to write a book, or long essay– or some type of constitution of my philosophy, in a technical and succinct way so that I can think through this chaos of core beliefs and feelings soon. And the constitution: not a strict determination, but a navigational plan for where I see myself growing– an Apollonian backbone for the Dionysian chaos of life so that it can all be understood to some degree.
I began one last week, but did not have the time to finish it. I did one, of a sort, a long time ago, while I was still in the Marine Corps. But it has been a decade, and everything has changed–although not the heart.
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