The Quick Brown Fox...

The hot sun beat down against the earth, a slight breaze serving only to make the day bearable. In the shade of a large tree stump slept a dog was sleeping, lazily enjoying this escape from the heat.
As the wind subsided once more, the dog became aware of a rustling of leaves. Nearby, a small brown fox was walking quickly with its nose to the ground. Suddenly it stopped and pricked up its ears. Its head turned to the side then back, searching for some sound known only to it.
In an instant, the fox, sensing some danger in the air, quickly darted off. The dog watched as it sped quickly along the ground. Coming to the dog, the fox jumped over and continued running out of sight.

Random Thoughts Concentrate

Like a fruit juice concentrate, these are ideas that need something more before they are complete. No coherency between them, no full understanding reached, they are, for now, fragments of the mind.

The mind holds ideas in many ways. It cannot reflect on itself and find just how, or why it acts as it does. It cares not to know its purpose, it seems. And yet now, I would like, and I think that this liking comes from the mind, to know the purpose of the same. Yet there is a barrier: the second mind; with no interest in providing that information it deems unecessary, it will confine my own thought to an indirect look inward, staring in a mirror, back through myself.

In this other mind, there exists, as well, the foundation of thought. Every sense, every emotion, must be percieved, and yet cannot be controlled. I believe I am thinking. If this is true, and I have no convincing evidence to doubt it, then there must exist a division between what a conciously and unconciously think.

Could, perhaps, a thought be reached, without the unconcious mind? Even if it could, it would be a thought without substance, and its origion untraceable. I can speak my knowledge of my own conciousness, conciously perceive it, so it is almost certain that the concious and unconcious minds are tied very closely.

Emotions are confusing. They often defy the careful contructions of thought, and yet very often thought may construct an emotion, or emotion a thought. If emotion, to act, be heeded without thinking, the power to reflect on one's own function would be lost. If emotion were eliminated, thought would be empty. Can the balance be found through careful thought, or the intuition of emotion?

Somewhat Closer to a Perfection

It hardly needs to be debated that very little in this world is perfect. But, in some world that could be invented, there might be perfection to some (if not the only) degree. Perfection in this sense is not something that is achieved, but something that is. In our own world, perfection never is, but, perhaps could be approached, even if not achieved.

Perfection is not something easy to define, but it is possible to speculate on the existence of it without knowing quite what it is. As a person viewing the world from within their mind, they could see imperfection, and certainly people do, and, where imperfection lacks, they might see the presence of the perfect. But this is merely a view of the world, and has no effect on it, and this observer would never bring the world to any better form. There must be some way that they may act in the world, the effects of which will result in a better or worse state of the world.

In our world we are lucky: there is not only action but thought. It is almost possible to set oneself aside from existence, and decide how one would prefer things. It can be very simple, almost unconcious. My fingers hit the keys of the keyboard, and it seems to be from my desire to have that letter typed. It could be more significant. People acting in a position of leadership attempt to convert their preference for the future into something that may be done. However it is, it does happen.

But none of the effects of deliberate action are perfect. In way, judging the world by comparing it to perfection is to compare it to what is not known. Thus pure reasoning would not succeed to truly decide on some path to perfection. It my reason perfectly, but have nothing to start from, and no known goal to achieve. There must then be a basis for thought that allows people to act with regard to the future. It must be an absolutely necessary faculty of judgement that does not apply reasoning, but is able to form something to reason with. Without it, any decision made would be empty.

Thus in any decision, some accout must be made for the impurity of the process, and the goal, if any, never could be perfect. It is rather to make an improvement, that may be judged an improvement.