Freedom has never existed

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While there is a few who think freedom is an illusion thrown upon us from high authority for their security and our content I think really the main culprit is ourselves. The real people lying to us is ourselves, as a species we lie to ourselves about freedom so we feel as if we can do anything if the time comes. This is simply not true and yes we can do a lot of boundary pushing things but only within our rules, law, social guidelines which are never really confirmed but are always there.

Hypothetically imagine you are living on an island by yourself and there is no other person on the whole planet. Then and only then would freedom exist because it doesn’t eclipse another persons idea of true freedom. One mans freedom is another mans prison, what one may think is heaven on earth to another could be hell on earth.

“the condition of not being subject to restrictions, coercion, or control, imposed by another person or society; to choose goals and actions on one’s own initiative”

What some people confuse freedom for is freedom of choice. Being able to choose to do something for yourself to do. While people may have this they won’t have freedom of action. I walk into a room and lie down on the bed and fall asleep, during my sleep unbeknownst to me someone locks the door with a key from the outside and walks away. When I wake up I am locked in a room but I don’t know that, I think that I am free to walk out of the door. So say I sit up in my bed and think, should I go for a walk, nah, I’ll go back to sleep. Is this freedom? I made a decision not to go out of the door but I couldn’t have gone out of the door in the first place. In this case I have freedom of choice but not freedom of will. So I could have chosen to go out of the door, but I would have been unable to.

To the people who say its the government mostly to blame think, can the president of the united states do whatever he wants? Can he walk straight our of the white house into DC into a bar and get drunk? No not even he has freedom of action. He’d be stopped before he reached the front doors because that’s the way things work. Not even the highest of authority has the freedom of action. You have the freedom of choice over what you drink, smoke, eat and watch but if you go outside the menu handed to you and smoke drink or eat what you want that’s not there on the shelf you are going to find yourself in prison once caught. Because really everything they don’t sell themselves is illegal, moonshine, mushrooms, pot etc (this just goes into the whole drug topic though so leave this at the side for now).

I may do a follow up of this if the reception is good. Please comment to give me advice or to inquire.
      
           – Thoth

Freedom has never existed

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While there is a few who think freedom is am illusion thrown upon us from high authority for their security and our content I think really the main culprit is ourselves. The real people lying to us is ourselves, as a species we lie to ourselves about freedom so we feel as if we can do anything if the time comes. This is simply not true and yes we can do a lot of boundary pushing things but only within our rules, law, social guidelines which are never really confirmed but are always there.

Hypothetically imagine you are living on an island by yourself and there is no other person on the whole planet. Then and only then would freedom exist because it doesn’t eclipse another persons idea of true freedom. One mans freedom is another mans prison, what one may think is heaven on earth to another could be hell on earth.

“the condition of not being subject to restrictions, coercion, or control, imposed by another person or society; to choose goals and actions on one’s own initiative”

What some people confuse freedom for is freedom of choice. Being able to choose to do something for yourself to do. While people may have this they won’t have freedom of action. I walk into a room and lie down on the bed and fall asleep, during my sleep unbeknownst to me someone locks the door with a key from the outside and walks away. When I wake up I am locked in a room but I don’t know that, I think that I am free to walk out of the door. So say I sit up in my bed and think, should I go for a walk, nah, I’ll go back to sleep. Is this freedom? I made a decision not to go out of the door but I couldn’t have gone out of the door in the first place. In this case I have freedom of choice but not freedom of will. So I could have chosen to go out of the door, but I would have been unable to.

To the people who say its the government mostly to blame think, can the president of the united states do whatever he wants? Can he walk straight our of the white house into DC into a bar and get drunk? No not even he has freedom of action. He’d be stopped before he reached the front doors because that’s the way things work. Not even the highest of authority has the freedom of action. You have the freedom of choice over what you drink, smoke, eat and watch but if you go outside the menu handed to you and smoke drink or eat what you want that’s not there on the shelf you are going to find yourself in prison once caught. Because really everything they don’t sell themselves is illegal, moonshine, mushrooms, pot etc (this just goes into the whole drug topic though so leave this at the side for now).

I may do a follow up of this if the reception is good. Please comment to give me advice or to inquire.
      
           – Thoth

Changed my mind CTND

Well I said I’d tell you more of myself so you know whether or not I’m the right person for you to read under so here I am. I was going to write my thoughts on a subject but I’ve been out all day in a music shop.

Poetry-

Poetry was one I’ve always had without really realising it. One day as a child my teacher told my mother of a poem I wrote about winter as a metaphor for death, the frost, cold, impacts etc and my mother raved on about its quality for ages ( I was about 9). In later years I really got into reading it after reading “ryme of the ancient mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, I loved it very very much and was surprised at that age I could something so old. After that I was reading Yates, Longfellow, Wordsworth (side fact my father has been inside his house), and Charles Bukowski. I loved the narrative and often rant of poets like Bukowski, people who found people interesting enough to write about them but didn’t like them and strives to be far away from them. Nowadays I write poetry very often and have filled a few books full.

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(Any fan of Bukowski should watch the documentary on his life named “born into this” its a sad one alright, even made me cry a bit)

Nostalgia-

This one might seem like a strange one but it’s something I think about a lot and find very interesting. Its one of my favourite feelings even though true nostalgia is just an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories I still enjoy it very much so. Really nostalgia feels so good because we think our early childhood was great but only because our reality was tiny. The larger the grasp of reality you have the less happy you will truly be. We had no responsibility no idea of genocide, pedophelia, lying systems, ignorance, and theft. So really our childhood wasn’t that amazing looking back only at the time. But there is something warm in the self denial of nostalgia, a security, reassurance, when you go into an old cupboard and find something or when you look back on past Christmases or find an old film, for me that film would be “songs of the south”.

I think that’s been an alright puddle of irrelevant thoughts for a little while so I’ll let that patch sink in and see what you think. Thanks and comment to ask or request.

         – Thoth

Seventy mile shackle

This is an old poem from my childhood I found last night while I was looking through my old school work. It is about what I was seeing while I sat in Piccadilly gardens in Manchester (for Americans its a large English city) waiting for my girlfriend to arrive off the tram. I despise cities most of the time , all the rushing business men never taking their eyes off the ground and people trying to be so so individual making them look just the same.

70 mile shackle

The girls in their synthetic fur coats
Synthetic life’s
The men in their ladylike jeans
Prescribed long duration infertility
Joggers listening to their talentless synths
Thousands upon thousands of camera phones
The same photo one million times over
Men in suits glumly stride saddle bag equipped
A gold ring on their index shimmers in the meek sunlight
Chewing gum is the glue that holds the paving together
And hive mindedness is the what holds the city together
A strive to rip their self’s free of the rest in turn becoming the rest
If their trouser lines are not round their neck they are round their ankles
And if the girls neckline isn’t round their breasts it’s a mistake
Self preservation tightly locked itself on the other side of the door
A murder or a flock of women cackle right into my ear
I glare but they don’t notice
The rest are unaware
Subdued by the normality of it all
Some men stand paralysed by their paradise
Minutes pass and then they are gone
Watching for hours upon hours as an outsider
I realise to them
I’m of their own.

Pretty bad but why not post it as a filler ?
  -Thoth

I changed my mind

In my first post I said I wouldn’t say much about me at first but after being in thought the last few hours I changed my mind. The more you know the more likely you will be able to decide if I’m the right person for you to read under.

Firstly my love of listening and making music. This has always been a very big part of me since young years when my father would tell me all about the life’s of the musicians he was showing me. Recently my most favourite would have to be tool, their completely unique and incomparable style, intellect, subjects and ways are just really appealing to listen to and play which brings me on to my instruments.

Since age 9 I have been an avid guitarist and almost avid bassist, starting with my primary school teacher who was also a guitarist. He strived and strived to get me to plat and eventually I did and I’ve never stopped. Learning by myself I taught myself to university level pieces by the age of twelve and took all my exams early. My first proper guitar is a John Hornby vintage and I haven’t found a guitar I prefer playing and I’ve played some very very good guitars.

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If more knowledge is wanted of my music and musical taste just ask.

Philosophy. This one is a biggy for me and its something I’ve always been very opinionated about. Plato, Pythagoras, Aristotle, Socrates and Noam Chomsky are a few of a mass of my philosophical idols. It all started as a child with the republic by Plato and the section called “the allegory of the cave” which I found after someone saying the lyrics to the Mumford and sons the cave were inspired by that part of his book. After that first time reading and considering how we could and most likely are living right now unaware of the most brain breaking things you could possibly imagine.

I live in Scotland and have done so all my life as did my parents and their parents before them. I love Scotland… Well most of it, Argyll and anywhere up north is just gorgeous and completely overlooked by its inhabitants which is pretty saddening for me. The first time I went up north I went to a place called Benmore near a small town nameconversations.

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After leaving this beautiful place my home is no longer my home. Where I live now is merely a waiting room for a better more untouched place. The stench of man is rarely found here and I love it.

I will tell more of myself soon but for now this is your catch up. I don’t want to write masses of text to find no one ever reads them like some charity shop nineteen eighties romcom paperback. As stated hit me up for conversations

– Thoth

Queries

(This isn’t a blog post)
Can one of my followers tell me how to message them ? I would like to converse and ask what they would like or to brainstorm with them. Thank you

– Thoth

If only inclined

Another drop in the ocean of screen staring fallen writers and thinkers. I am the “destined to be serial killer” author of this blog and I don’t know what to think of it yet.

I was never an admirer of these types of online crowd targeted articles. But by accident here I am after searching for someone on this website. Lured in by its minimalist adult like look and subject. Firstly my name; “with charity towards none” is a book by the misanthropic american author Florence King and its also a line in an old book that I can’t remember.

I won’t immediately tell you about myself but I will slowly incorporate it and if you want more ask me. I’m not the type to shy away from personal queries. I will begin soon talk to me if you want to for I have nothing else to do presently. Here we begin

-Thoth