Like Che, Sophy’s mind was on fire with
insight and inspiration as if possessed. She had a gift for lyricism, a
powerful grasp of dialectical logic, was extremely learned, and wrote
feverishly. A prodigious writer who from age fourteen to age forty wrote some
20,000 pages of journals, as well as thousands of poems, dozens of unpublished
novels, hundreds of professional works, and thousands of articles, which
spanned many categories, including philosophy, theology, humorous literature,
psychology, literary criticism, and fiction.
Despite
a propensity for writing, Sophy had not published “a full-length book” of any
significance for she was of the belief that she did not have anything truly
interesting to say that had not already been said or that couldn’t be figured
out by someone else.
Besides
this belief, Sophy was also struck by the notion that one might not be
able to overcome the laws of nature. In which case, any work she completed
might ultimately end up blown to smithereens when the inevitable fireball of radiation
consumes the multiverse in yet another cosmological occurrence. In this case,
Sophy considered the hours spent formatting a book as futile; thus instead
preferring to post her essentially inconsequential, frivolous accounts of the
natural universe under the guise of humor in a blog that makes its way around
the Internet by riding a beam of light on a fiber-optic cable. Depending on the
path traveled, some of this humor loses its meaning by the time it reaches
around the globe due to light signal degradation.
Calling
this reticence to publish what you will, Sophy continued to write for what she
claimed was a desire to entertain herself and others, as well a need to cure her
own “learnedness”. She also secretly
wrote, though she has admitted it publicly so it is not all that secret, in an effort to preserve as
many fragments of her consciousness as possible. Whether or not she lives long enough
to have that consciousness transferred into a longer-lasting or upgraded
biomechanical mechanism (or whether these writings will held in a temporary
virtual vessel for later reconstitution into a future, presently undefined
mechanism) is currently unknown, but she is obviously of the belief that
something in that blonde head of hers should be downloaded, saved, and transferred
further on into the cosmicsphere
irrespective of its ultimate
These are exactly the types of thoughts Soph found humorous, often times leading her to a place where she intellectually stumbled upon questions like, “If we are held in a
system, what is holding the system together?”
Not
having answers to these questions, Sophy returned to the notion that she does not and
cannot know the true nature of the universe. Then, amazingly and seemingly out
of nowhere, a chorus starring Nietzsche, Dostoyevsky, Kierkegaard, Descartes,
and The Chemical Brothers sang her a song:
Song Lyrics:
I live my life now
different
Then how destiny wrote.
I gave up most of my
creature comforts,
I might just go broke.
But I don't worry about
that
Cause i found an exit code.
From monotony, boredom,
dullness, and drab
All the things that
brought me down and left me sad.
I have a new catchphrase
Three simple words
That you can sing
If you find yours...
I did it! I did it! I did
it!
Feels so much better than
I want to do it
I hope to do it
I dream of doing it ... someday.
I live my life now
different
Than how destiny wrote.
I got up
And filled my thoughts with
hope.
I don't worry about all
that stuff
That kept me from finding
my exit code
From monotony, boredom,
dullness and drab
All the things that bring
us down and leave us sad.
I have a new catchphrase
Three simple words
That you can sing
When you find yours...
I did it! I did it! I did
it!
Feels so much better than
I want to do it
I hope to do it
I dream of doing it ... someday
I live my life now
different
Than how destiny wrote
I'm off on an adventure
now
My heart has spoke.
I don't stress over the
simple stuff
Cause I found an exit code
From monotony, boredom,
dullness and drab
All the things that
brought me down and left me sad
I am now a new person
With a fancy new
catchphrase
Three simple words
That can mix your life up
in unexpected ways…
I did it! I did it! I did
it!
Feels so much better than
I want to do it.
I hope to do it.
I dream of doing it...
someday.
Cause
today's that day!
While
it lasts.
♫♪(✿◠‿◠)♫♪
In what seems like just another random post, Sophy again turned her gaze from trying
to answer the unanswerable to that which she needed to know about herself and the
world in order to make the most out of the time she had here.
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