Randomised Dribblings of the Brain

• Notice what a blatantly ludicrous phrase "you always find things when you're not looking for them" is. Well, wowee! What a revelation! It's an absolute, unquestionable truth - for I seem to find almost everything when I'm not looking for it! That lamp on the desk! That picture frame! The stapler over there! A calculator! A stack of papers! Glory of glories - some wallpaper! Okay, sorry. Had to get that out of my system. Now! To business!
• It's rather interesting that people turn to religion when they're feeling sad or troubled, yet forget it entirely when they're feeling all right again. So: should religion be reviled and condemned as preying on negativity to perpetuate its legacy, or praised and honoured as a great comfort, a wise counsel to the wretched masses? What's your point of view?
• The only parable in the Bible that's ever really got on my wick was the Prodigal Son. I shall never understand why the faithful son was cast aside at the last minute for that loathsome black sheep who'd been simultaneously pumping beer and prostitutes downtown on his father's money. Maybe the parable doesn't even have a proper meaning, because it certainly isn't a black-and-white morality tale. How frustrating. The most annoying part of the New Testament also turns out to be the most complex. Would make for an interesting psychological profile, I'm sure.
• Why does humanity look upon inner sadness as a bad thing? It's a jolly good one in most respects! You certainly wouldn't be able to feel utterly miserable unless you'd been wonderfully happy beforehand. It's merely the great contrast we suffer from. And the fact that that feels like a comfort above a threat to my well being reassures my faith in... something. It's hard to say what exactly.
• Why do people rebel against stereotyping and generalising? To put it bluntly, these people are obviously freaks. And though these crusaders supposedly fight on the side of truth and justice, there's very little of either in their life philosophy; and that's because it doesn't make any logical sense. So I have to personally meet and greet every single suicide bomber/terrorist in existence to admit that I'd rather not be their bosom pal? An extreme example, but one that reflects the sublime idiocy of political correctness.
• Can anything approach the beauty of singing as opposed to playing an instrument? You approach a keyboard and know that whenever you hit a D minor, it remains a D minor. Big whoop. It's all very restricted by being a tangible, physical medium - it's difficult in the extreme to endow a work with your personality or vision unless you start writing your own pieces. Singing, on the other hand, opens up a million new avenues and byroads of interpretation and invention entirely unique to the artist. No two performances are the same. The lone instrument seems like a bit of a poor cousin. It can't really compare. Mind you, I'm approaching this from a poetic, idealistic point of view. If you think of music in terms of mathematics and science, I'm sure the solidity of the instrument wins out. Time to elaborate...
• To my mind, there are three primary types of brain. The sort that is good with words and the sort that is good with numbers, and then the sort that mixes the two (the sort that is good with neither doesn't bear mentioning). Away from that snobbery though, consider which one you are (English or mathematics... or both for the difficult) and fathom how this has altered every single aspect of your life.

Well, that's enough for now. Whether any of this makes sense I cannot say. But I will be satisfied if at least one of these points makes an impression, or instills some deeper level of thought. Thank you for reading down this far. If you survive another few hours, please read down this far again.