My Own Ironic Rabbit Hole

So here I sit, several months down the line, late at night writing a message to anyone who cares to read it. I must say that when I started this, I had delusions of how easy my honours degree would be, but soon realised that I was wrong. This came as quite a shock to me. Sure I knew I could be wrong, but never this wrong. I am glad to report, that once again I am somewhat free from the strictures of my degree, and intend to try writing something inspired for you to read.

Well it has been a rough couple of months indeed, as you have no doubt surmised. I have worked tirelessly at my philosophy, not without some reward mind you. I have spent a great deal of time trying to come to grips with the personal identity. I won’t bore you with the details, but I can now say with some certainty, that you and I don’t really exist, so the endeavour would be pointless any way.

I have found the challenge rewarding however. What I have learned is that philosophy is the greatest game ever played. No matter what the creators of that silly movie say. There are few more exciting challenges than testing your wits against some rather bright minds. This is not to say that I rank myself anywhere near them, not even at all, but it is no less fun.

This brings me nicely to my next point about macadamia nuts. They are quite delicious. I would quite like Black Cat to make macadamia nut butter. That would be very tasty. Sigh, I could lament the positive attributes of exotic nuts for hours, so I will move swiftly along.

I have recently come to appreciate the diverse world of Indie music, and have been thoroughly impressed at the quality some of these smaller bands. The only problem with listening to these fantastic pieces of auditory delight is that occasionally, you find a song that makes you look inside and really grapple with yourself in your entirety. Then, the track changes and you are left thinking deep thoughts with little real purpose. Well I say that it is of little purpose, but I am beginning to think that these insights we can gain can be life changing.

I was fortunate enough to stumble upon a song called “Prophets” by A.C. Newman. While listening to this song I did not follow the lyrics as I usually do when listening to a new song. This time I was swept up in the music, and began to tumble down my own rabbit hole. The rabbit bit me and I resurfaced. Swearing at the fact that my darn sister owns a rabbit at her ripe old age (Love you kiddo). Once again I got swept up in the music and started to look at things about myself that I just take for granted. What I found is of little importance to anyone but me. What I will say, is that rabbit bites really do hurt.

The point I think I am taking sufficiently long to make, is that these times of reflection actually produce something that may really make you stand up and take notice. Whether it be a bleeding ankle (metaphorical or otherwise), or something profound about yourself, reflecting on who we are and why we are the way we are, can have some startling, positive impacts. Impacts on the way we see ourselves and the way we see others.

Whether it is music, art, sundowners or your favourite type of nutty spread on toast, falling down your own rabbit hole can make your life far more meaning full than before. Even if it is painful to fall, and painful to get bitten on the ankle when you get to the bottom by a ruddy rabbit.

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~ by mikepitch on November 3, 2009.