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Valueless living is: saying yes to everything, no only to what’s uninteresting. It was a blip: like the solitary cigarette burn on the clean white door panel of the Asian Studies Center.

I have many addictions
I’ve wasted enough time already
*beautiful moments* are justified only if I write about them
I am an utmost bore.

If I really had no values I’d try to be a journalist, or something else as inconsequential and self-indulgent. I feel that it’s more noble to attempt to provide a drop in the bucket in the corpus of human knowledge. Ooor--actually it's really because a Ph.D is at least some respect from others in the bank. It's not like I really want to be a professor. After those seven years are up I'd rather go to China, knowing that I have those letters after my name, and train to be a Daoist mystic. And do something else after that activity starts showing decreasing returns.

Of the five people across from me on the train bench, the only one I really notice is the one with the jew-fro and the tanned biceps. And not much else about him either. The human animal is highly imperfect for getting at *objective truth*. My future, or at least part of it: cognitive epistemology.