note: It may be possible to read the yellow and get the gist. Enjoy.
Hokay, while I have not endeavored to equivalently something akin to 8's proposed happiness module in my own time I must pull at the threads and see what unravels. *broadside to option three. prep chambers*
-Firstly, the christian saying that "the devil can find no place in a thankful heart" jumps out to me. Seems like you just outlined a principle that moves the these emotions through the nerves of the body or the appropriate sensory regions of the brain. For without appreciating the tenderness in a sentiment there could be no cause for love. Without the understanding of the work done coupled with thankfulnes of a final functionality there can be no satisfaction of a job well done, etc, etc.
-Secondly there's a slight twist to the language you use that pulled the jokers line of "Why so serious? Lets put a smile on that face" which just set the tone. A lovely sentiment, it placed me in the perceived mindset of josef mengele when reading on. Aa lovely little burr that grated places in my mind into life, a lightning bolt to awaken the constructs vital to intelectual vivicestion.
So, presented with this marvelously paired together with what I believe would be a call to read a book on Victorianesque social etiquette, then there is the case of silliness to add to the mix.
Then my mind snaps, I reach for a sip of water and a corn chip. This silliness you speak of would only put holes like swiss cheese in my concentration. My mind traces routes through your statements and the shadows the subconscious casts upon the communicable mind is taking shape to definable ideas. They are then polished, ordered and prepped for presentation. In afore mentioned chambers might I add, which if your silliness intefered with would have altered the composition and fractured any hope of cohesion in this endeavour if indeed my INTP nature would return to at all.
Then the words flow through my fingers and into the medium. unchangeable into paper, maleably into a computer and vocally the very foundations of the earth listen which to a whisper. They leave me and flow into another, reaching into their deepest recesses or lost in transit which would call for a spotting round until required nerves are hit. Then the impact of the words flows through concepts and morals and all is made into a mold to create the impression of an idea to flow to their gray matter and be vocalised linguistically through the individuals particular vernacular.
A fullisade prepared to return and deconstruct the origins of the first concept. This unfettered exchange of ideas, my acquaintance is the source of my joy. A secret yearning if you will. A lust that my heart wills to be fulfilled more than social acceptance, the Buddhist concept that an enemy is just a teacher in disguise flows deep in my bones.
A soul song sung to the loudest crescendo between two people, a song to move the heart and the mind. That voice to elicit within a calling to come home, the majic seen with the heart that elicits thought with the eyes. That is the source of my sorrow, for as a child it was readily available in the towering knowledge of people around us. Then as I grew up, the valuable knowledge and concepts that form the crux of empires in my sandbox became harder and harder to find.
Then when realising the search without would take far to long the capacity of the mind was called upon and demanded to function to standard. So, the search for those crucial knowledge cores resumed and has continued until now and I believe until the ends of the earth. Convolutedly complex constructs were created in my mind, systems analysed for those patterns that hint at what is not found in any text. understanding of intent for components, the world sifted through a single piece to comprehend its use to allow for an understanding so sharp of a machines purpose that my mind would be cut.
XIII, these methods you speak of have merit. However these emotional memories, social capacities and general shenanigans are but marginal factors to my true happiness. the joy of intellectual conquest and strategic domination dominate far too much reward. To systematically dispose of anothers ideas and reduce them to their core, to watch them squirm as their precious constructs are unraveled and see them as they truly are. To seductively remove their defences and utilise as few of the tools at my disposal to prove that there need only be a few key elements to lay them completely defenceless. To know the how, the why and the what.
These shenanigans you speak of for me serve a subservient role in maintaining an edge in such endeavours, to allow for accidental discoveries. to explain gremlins in the system.
The social niceties are a factor of maintaining an environment that is conducive to such contacts, not everyone would want to be my friend and I am far from being prepared to be half of everyone's friend. acquaintance and tolerated aggrevator indeed, for removing all that are not conducive to current goals would only limit options and learning capabilities.
This emotional exploration would just serve as a vehicle to maintain physical health, something vital for a freely functioning mind.
The desire of my soul is to delve for the conclusion through foresight, to be able to walk to the gates and have them open at an uttered word. the word that speaks to the soul of the gates, to captured purpose and intent of them, to persuade and assuage them.
however through all this I am still willing to entertain that the truth of any matter can be found in an analogy of another endeavour, thus is the measure of an idea. That it is not circular.
Then as I proof read the notion comes to me that some concepts you placed are reflected.
silliness - arguing on the internet.
social etiquette - learning to articulate inspired responses. Including but not limited to imaginative of colourful nouns.
emotional reflection - discovering a little more of my joy.
You see the problem with providing a prima to happiness, a guide to joviality is that it will not account for individuals and only for the author plus a select few. In a theatre like this one you will get concerted responses. Some will scream KILL IT at the top of their lungs and others will watch the shennanigans unfold.Irony.
