the brewing machine

Yeah.

What is boredom? Is it sufficient to define it as the state of being bored? But what does “bore” mean? Does it mean being weary due to things that are too dull and monotonous? But what is insomnia? Is it really the prolonged inability to obtain adequate sleep? Does boredom beget insomnia or does insomnia beget boredom?

But boredom stirs the mind. It tickles the heart. It rouses the creative facets of the human intellect. So what now? Is boredom good or bad?

Is it then justifiable to say that creations of art are mere slipshod experiments of the bored, the confused, the tormented, or even the neurotic? Is poetry simply laments of a jerk? Throughout history there have been evidences of the thin line between genius and lunacy.

But to regard art as a mere and necessary consequence of boredom, insomnia, bewilderment, or lunacy drags it down to the squalid nature of these four concepts.

But what is understanding? Is it the ability to perceive and explain the meaning or the nature of somebody or something? Do you understand that definition at all? Does such a definition give you an understanding of “understanding”?

Is it literally the result of the sum total of an infinity of neural impulses that occur every millisecond inside our brains?

Is the whole really greater than the sum of its parts? And by seeing the bigger picture, will we really achieve understanding?

Tell me, why is it necessary for me gain understanding of the nature of boredom now that I am experiencing it?

Hmmm.

Good question.