Bracered Reasoning

5 foot 6 inches

Brown hair; wavy but not curly

Biting remarks that would make Alex blush

So unique no more comparisons can be accurately made


This is my dream girl. But not defined by me. This is the girl that Rachel Adams described to me. It's kind of weird how perfectly she go it. It feels good to be understood.

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I'm sure no one cares; but I love the titles that I give my posts. I'm sure they look disjointed and unrelated, but if you pull out a thesaurus you'll see that the titles are specifically tailored to the post at hand. Plus I come up with such catchy titles. Seriously.

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Christmas is over, but I'm going to keep the Christmas playlist. At least for a little while longer. The songs make me feel happy. Especially "Feels Like Christmas" sung by the Ghost of Christmas Present, "Bless Us All" sung by Tiny Tim (muppet frog version), and "Believe" from the Polar Express soundtrack.

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I think I'm comfortable with just doing. Not completely, there will always be a part of me that wants recognition. A small part of me will always want to see the outcome of my actions; to see what grew from the seeds that I sewed. But I'm doing pretty good with just doing and not understanding.

I guess because I realized knowledge is subjective and in the end doesn't affect anything. To take a veteran argument that Alex and I have had; you can't prove anything. Just because something works one time doesn't mean it will always work. Just because something works a million times doesn't mean it will work in every instance. You can never "prove" something for all circumstance.

This is because of random chance. You can be super, super unlucky and get false results over and over again for your entire life. It's the only thing you've experienced, so to you it's knowledge. Yet this knowledge is false. Weird.

Then you get into the philosophical semantics. Can you prove we are here. Are you sure you are seeing/hearing/feeling/tasting/smelling all that, or are your senses lying to you. Is this all just a deity's dream? Are we all stuck in a computer simulation (thanks matrix)? You can't prove any of these things. So knowledge is incomplete and, in essence, impossible.

To keep my mind from exploding from the stupid philosophical ramifications of not being able to know anything I had to define knowledge for myself.

Knowledge:
Knowledge is nothing. Nobody can truly "know" anything. Our senses can lie to us, probabilities show us false truths, and our logic can easily fail us. True knowledge isn't "knowledge" at all. It is a firm and strong belief we hold so close and dearly that we have made the conscious decision to live our lives as though that fact were true.

So in essence, the things we know are the facts that we live as though were true. I know the sun will rise tomorrow, so instead of panicking and living the last day of my life, I'm living a normal day. It very well could be that some crazy astro phenomenon could destroy the sun, or keep the earth from rotating, or any such thing. The sun rising tomorrow could be true or not. But I'm living my life as though it were true (regardless of the outcome) so I can say I know the sun will rise. Strangely, truth and knowledge aren't inherently connected. True things can remain unknown, and you can know things that aren't true. Weird, huh?

Anyway, this is a long way of saying knowledge doesn't affect truth. Someone could know you to be scum, but that doesn't change your personality. You're still nice. They just know something else.

Which is why I'm content with just doing, without large recognition. Regardless of whether or not anyone reads this doesn't change the fact that I wrote it. It doesn't matter if people know my blog is full of worthless facts. That doesn't change that I know this blog is full of awesome things. My actions are not dictated by others acknowledgments of such. The good things I've done are still done whether or not anyone "knows" I'm a saint or a real jerk.

Even my knowledge is irrelevant. Whether I see the outcome or not, it still happens. And I'm comfortable with that. Why? Because one of the greatest people did one of the greatest things of all time and he never got to see the fruits of his labor.

I'm sure that everyone has their favorite Book of Mormon hero. I never really thought about so I gave the token answer of Nephi or Alma the Younger. After truly thinking about it I have come up with the answer: Abinadi.

I'm going to finish this later. I have reason to say Abinadi is my favorite Nephite. I'll tell you later. You'll love it.