Lately, I started to reflect on Hegel's Thesis Model that theorizes that the things we learn in life are established, defined and promulgated by triads. By this I mean that we learn or hear about something new. Then, we begin to understand its essence or how we would prefer to utilize this new idea or information into what we already do. Finally, we engage the new concept into our existing paradigm to create a new synthesis for ourselves.
It would appear that epistomological change is good but sometimes I wonder.... This is especially true when the main idea of something is not clear. Or, more specifically, not clear to me. Obviously, this is the part that drives me nuts. (Maybe I was a squirrel in a prior lifetime...?) Of course, this is exactly what happened when I heard this song, on a work road trip, this week.
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Barstool Blues (Maria McKee)
If I could hold onto just one thought,
For long enough to know,
Why my mind is moving so fast,
And the conversation is slow.
Burn off all the fog,
And let the sun through to the snow,
Let me see your face again,
Before I have to go.
I have seen you in the movies,
And in those magazines at night,
I saw you on the barstool when,
You held that glass so tight.
And I saw you in my nightmares,
But I'll see you in my dreams,
And I might live a thousand years,
Before I know what that means.
Once there was a friend of mine,
Who died a thousand deaths.
His life was filled with parasites,
And countless idle threats.
He trusted in a woman
And on her he made his bets.
Once there was a friend of mine,
Who died a thousand deaths.
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Barstool Blues (Maria McKee)
If I could hold onto just one thought,
For long enough to know,
Why my mind is moving so fast,
And the conversation is slow.
Burn off all the fog,
And let the sun through to the snow,
Let me see your face again,
Before I have to go.
I have seen you in the movies,
And in those magazines at night,
I saw you on the barstool when,
You held that glass so tight.
And I saw you in my nightmares,
But I'll see you in my dreams,
And I might live a thousand years,
Before I know what that means.
Once there was a friend of mine,
Who died a thousand deaths.
His life was filled with parasites,
And countless idle threats.
He trusted in a woman
And on her he made his bets.
Once there was a friend of mine,
Who died a thousand deaths.
The final stanza played over and over again, in my head... Hmm...
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