What is the Spirit of AKIC? Right now, I couldn’t tell you with any degree of certainty. But I hope that in writing this entry, the first of a series, I will be able to eventually tell you something.
What I will do is answer a series of suggestions of what this AKIC spirit could possibly be, or could (not) possibly be filled with.
Here is what I have come up with so far:
Duty? I do feel a certain duty in each day, making an entry to most of my blogs — that is AKIC, TKIC, and WCE. I suppose there is a certain "spirit" and sublimeness in that.
Honor? Ha ha ha. LOL. LMAO! ROTFL! That is laughable. I sometimes wonder if I should spend more time ensuring what I say is true, understandable, or expressed in a grammatically manner. I should but I don’t. So I shirk it on the honor question.
Thousands of year of Chinese history? I wish. I did at one time publish some Tang Dynasty poems in this blog. But, how often do I refer to Chinese history?
Nothing? It could be if you mean by nothing: the void, oblivion, obscurity, Armageddon, or Seinfeld like wit and hardy-har-har. I think I found an element of the AKIC spirit.
Spheres? If electrons are shaped like spheres, then why not? Electrons are being used in the making of this blog。
The Sublime? The day, I think I read somewhere, is beautiful. The dark, I think I read in the same place, is sublime. There is a darkness in the AKIC spirit. But I think it is the darkness of having sat in the shade for so long.
Fraternity? Hah! With what? With whom? Where? I am just a man against the world stuck in a dark, musty corner. I feel fraternal with books and podcasts. Not with people. I feel dang uncomfortable when people get too close — I think then I am acting under false pretences.
Equality? Of course not. I am no socialist. But I do believe in giving the average Tom, Dick, or Harry a chance. But if they can’t make anything of it, there is not much else I can do.
Liberty? Up to a point. Liberty entails responsibility. Liberty doesn’t mean license to a libertine. Liberty does mean questioning, but it means questioning to understand, not questioning to scoff rhetorically. One who is determined not to be satisfied, will never be satisfied.
Travel? I am not a traveller. I am a mover. I have lived in a lot of places in my life, but really I haven’t travelled much.
Misanthropy? Yes. But there are figures I admire from a distance.