&&I've been working on my literary theory assignment. James Joyce is way to complicated to absorb in the morning. Thus far I've digested binary oppositions and find the entire concept rather fascinating as Lao-Yzu's poem about beauty cannot exist without ugliness, there is no good without evil, being and non-being are two aspects of the same reality, and with each pair, two sides of the same coin.
Well isn't that just beauty in a poem? You need to read the entire poem and if you didn't grasp the excitement that made my heart skip a beat, then you really need to read the entire poem. Anyways, the theory of deconstruction is completely absolutely mind blowing but at the same time it is literally blowing my mind up. The confusion is already kicked in&&I cannot even fathom how Derrida's mind works. I even watched an hour lecture to try to understand how to deconstruct literature by a professor at Yale and let me tell you, he is confused too! I still don't know why Derrida will write the way he does but then again, the confusion is what intrigues me as I understand his mind is just a lifetime of questions to reaching understanding. I guess I shall continue my theory and allow my brain to hurt even more.
