Mystical thought can best be described as a system of focusing the meaning of some unexplainable portion of the world onto the process of its experience, in lieu of a explanation for its cause.
I am equally excited to turn Only Son's 'Sleepyface' and Fleet Foxes' 'Tiger Mountain Peasant Song' into sparse, cold guitar torch songs.
I believe that I have fully assimilated the concept of capital allocation into my asset decisions, but I am afraid to apply it to lesser consumption decisions for fear of emptying the enjoyment completely from the process of consuming. (i.e. the moment that I attempt to calculate whether the extra $1.50 I spend for a 6-pack of a certain microbrew is proportionately more enjoyable as a percent of the total cost, can I really enjoy it at all?)
Based on the songs and parts of songs that I most like, Jonny more closely approximates my love for Radiohead's melodic presence than Thom. Although, not by much. (See: Wolf at the Door, The Tourist, evidence from 'There Will Be Blood')
The most important quality for the people I will surround myself with in the coming years to possess is a systematic (or at least rational) approach to self-improvement in the innermost sense.
I need to reverse my slide away from regular exercise.
I am getting too old for 'this shit.'
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