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When I listen to the news, and I hear about someone, anyone, resisting or challenging the status-quo, I get tingles. It could be anything. A man throws a shoe at George Bush. A women exposes corruption at great personal expense. These acts, large or small, always illicit a response. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I get goose bumps. Tears well up.

It sounds so simple, to stand up for what you believe. But it is in fact rare and courageous. It makes me think that we can perhaps someday, as a species, figure out how to responsibly manage the enormous intellectual and creative powers that could spell our salvation or our demise.

Anything on the news, or any mention of infedelity or break-ups.

Webster defines rational in two ways: "in accordance with reason", and "a quantity that can be expressed". It is interesting to note that numbers exist all around us which cannot be expressed. They can never be known. One example is the square root of two. Another is the circumference of a circle (any old circle will do) divided by it's radius. These pockets of irrationality exist everywhere, laughing at the notion that all of phenomena can be measured, categorized, or predicted.

The conscious mind, in the heat of the moment, cannot admit to being irrational. No one can say "I am presently being irrational", though it may only take seconds for the realization to hit. Where time (the present) and self (the ego) intersect, the rational and irrational are one. The sacred and the profane are one. Reason and ecstasy are one. There, there is a psychic singularity, bursting into the cosmos of perception. Bursting, but never bursted. The infinitely dense becoming light. Becoming, but never became.

So what am irrational about? I would say I am irrational about width, height, breadth, past, and future. Other than that... nothing at all.