Some Packaged Thought Though Against Thought

It would be fun to demonstrate how unpredictable writing - well, thought actually is. Maybe I could start with 'It would be fun..

Well, I dunno what would be fun, but I have to take these business trips this week.

I already wrote about Bernhard. One of the beautiful things about him is I think he understood the meaninglessness of argumentation. Argumentation is too weak and therefore in crucial matters dispensable.

Things revolve more round gut feeling actually. And that's why Thomas uses good ol' insult. There are 3-page diatribes against his fellow Austrians - without a single explanation. Because naturally, as kids practice philosophy in my hometown: 'tis hardest task to persuade a dumbwit he is stupid.

Get ye fuckers away from me!

And now that you've painted something on the canvas - it's time for some embellishment. I have thus once feigned creativity, writing 'as if out of my head' and actually crossed out some words - as if this was the real spontaneous thing.

Words were happiness and me. Then I excused myself for mistakes.