Philosophy...

...doesn't require textbooks, classrooms, universities.

It predates all those things.

Its only prerequisite is an inquisitive, logical, and honest mind.

It's something everyone needs, whether they know it or not.

It can be incredibly challenging, humbling, rewarding.

And the only way to guarantee failure at it is to never try.

What the hell...

...went so horribly wrong?

"and your thoughts have taken their toll/
when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul"

'Scuse me, but: WHAT THE FU-HUH? What do you think you're talkin' about, duder? Is this some feeble attempt to tackle the mind-body problem? Are you breaking new ground here with some kind of mind-spirit-soul trichotomy? Don't you dare get philosophical on me. You're a dude wearing eyeliner. Know your place. For fuck's sake.

Part of me really wants to tackle the rest of the lyrical shitstorm that is "21 Guns", but then there's this other part of me that is filled with ennui at the prospect. Also, I'd probably throw up in my mouth a little. Ugh. Whatever. Instead, I'll just cut to the chase for once and say that as far as I'm concerned, the members of Green Day died tragic yet merciful deaths in a plane crash shortly after the release of 'Dookie'.

Mixed Metaphors

"A 'relationship' is just that--the more or less stable juxtaposition of two separate and self contained entities. Love, on the other hand, is an explosive fusion. The parts of a bomb do not stand in a mere 'relationship' to one another."
--Robert C. Solomon

"If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!"
--Holly Golightly

I'd love to think there's cats with names in my future, but I'm having a hard time seeing anything that glimmers or sparkles... so I can only imagine that generating the kind of heat requisite for nuclear fusion is probably out of the question.