Showing posts with label when you're overcome with pity because they're actually more pitiful than they pretend to be. Show all posts
Showing posts with label when you're overcome with pity because they're actually more pitiful than they pretend to be. Show all posts

Monday, September 30, 2013

On Noise without Substance

I am noisy, yes, but I am selective about noise.

While I condone certain forms of noise, others I condemn. My reasoning is simple.

I like noise when you can discern and extract ideas.

I hate noise when its only goal is to advertise someone else's bloated ego.

I like noise that awakens you to the truth of others.

I hate commercialized and pretentious noise, flaunted for the purpose of increasing useless vanity.

I am disgusted with people who, of their own volition, put themselves atop imaginary pedestals.

WHY? IS THE FLOW THAT ATTRACTIVE?