Eternal Transition

I watched one of the live-action Scooby Doo movies earlier. I was disappointed with how subliminally adult it was. In an early scene, Shaggy and Scooby were appealing to a group of Rastafarians surrounded by smoke. It seemed like an appeal to the newer generations of viewers. It was a pointless movie, and I'm glad I left before it was through.

I spent the other day reading through Ecclesiastes, or "The Preacher," the book that talks about the vanity of humanity. The read reaffirmed that Christianity is truly the primary source of existentialism; the idea that everything we do is for naught is isolating. It's no wonder people that think too much end up killing themselves, giving a new perspective on why "ignorance is bliss."

It also helped me rationalize the duality of the things that go on around me. Look at the pictures in the links below -- they are of the same scene. There is only about a month and a half between the two pictures, and they could not be any more different. There is something beautiful about superimposing the summer picture with the night-time winter one, something revealing and abysmal.

Summer
Winter

I feel again that college is just a pointless transition in the greater scheme of things; that I am bound for other things that do not include writing papers for arbitrary grades and critiques. It could be Seasonal Affective Disorder (I refuse to refer to its acronym), but I think depression in general is when we realize the starker nature of things.

So with that, I'll probably leave school after this semester, if I decide to stay that long. I'll pay off my loans, then move away from the grey Catskill Mountains. There's a big world that doesn't involve the frivolous ramblings between the hills.