Friday, July 31, 2015
Trancsendant ideas keep humans mentally alfloat while alive but the reality is we all sink into physiological oblivion. Our ability to be smug about the Universe has a purpose to keep a person mentally stable. In the overwhelming ocean of life we grab onto transcendant ideas to keep afloat and with faith we walk on water. Nature catches up though and despite our bravado of human language the decomposition of the body rolls on.
Humans need to anchor themselves in some transcendence. We demand answers now when in reality we have to wait. We demand a final solution to problems that are beyond our ability to solve. That is the magic of faith it takes away the burden and limits of human knowledge and takes away the question mark. Are bad answers better than no answers?
When Opportunity mates with the Prepared, Success is born.
"Young I was, and vain, but the sea washed my follies and my vanities away. That man drowned, nephew. His lungs filled with seawater, and the fish ate the scales off his eyes. When I rose again, I saw clearly."
George Martin, A Clash of Kings
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
A shark eating a man is better explained from biological evolution than the sin of Adam and Eve. The human being and the shark come from the guts of stars and the deep evolutionary process that has played out over millions of years. Atoms and Evolution not Adam and Eve. Viruses and bacteria do not treat the human species as sacred. The other organisms on Earth operate with little regard to the human species or its claims.
"Humans are not the end result of predictable evolutionary progress, but rather a fortuitous cosmic afterthought, a tiny little twig on the enormously arborescent bush of life, which if replanted from seed, would almost surely not grow this twig again...But, you see, you don't see that unless you're willing to look at the history of life as the full range of its variation through time. I mean, it is true the most complex thing has gotten more complex. Once there were only bacteria. Now there are humans, but that's not the result of an intrinsic defining central drive. It's just a kind of random movement away from a necessary beginning at maximal bacterial simplicity. That's all it is.
The human mind delights in finding pattern—so much so that we often mistake coincidence or forced analogy for profound meaning. No other habit of thought lies so deeply within the soul of a small creature trying to make sense of a complex world not constructed for it... We are here because one odd group of fishes had a peculiar fin anatomy that could transform into legs for terrestrial creatures; because the earth never froze entirely during an ice age; because a small and tenuous species, arising in Africa a quarter of a million years ago, has managed, so far, to survive by hook and by crook. We may yearn for a 'higher' answer---but none exists."
Stephen Jay Gould
"That there is much suffering in the world no one disputes. Which is more likely, that pain and evil are the result of an all-powerful and good God, or the product of uncaring natural forces? The presence of much suffering agrees well with the view that all organic beings have been developed through variation and natural selection."
"Once you label me you negate me."
People will constantly be trying to put you in a box. A box of race, gender, age, and job. The key is for you not to limit yourself to their boxes. They want to put limits on you with no reciprocity. Remember that it is about rhetorical influence and power and always has been in the game of society. If they can keep you in that box they can better control you.
Monday, July 20, 2015
The tyrant of time has pushed me away from you and though my heart desires to reach back I can only look back with longing at what might have been. No longer the same man I was. You could of loved me then in my youth. Now I am dying and the energy that hope brings has left my body. Even you must face this fate my beloved. We creatures that fall apart in love with other beings that fall apart.
Coates wrote in the earlier memoir. “All the great wars had been fought, and I was left to rummage through the myths of my fathers.” Coates has found his new wars, mainly by realizing that the old ones never really went away. And now “Between the World and Me” seeks to impart that consciousness not just to his son but to all of us.
The people are the slaves of Life, and it is slavery which fills their days with misery and distress, and floods their night with tears and anguish…I have followed man from Babylon to Cairo, and from Ain Dour to Baghdad, and observed the marks of his chains on the sand. I heard the sad echoes of the fickle ages… she is an everlasting ailment bequeathed by each generation unto its successor. I found the blind slavery, which ties the people’s present with their parents past, and urges them to yield to their traditions and customs, placing ancient spirits in the new bodies.
"The potency of myth is that it allows us to make sense of mayhem and violent death. It gives a justification to what is often nothing more than gross human cruelty and stupidity. It allows us to believe we have achieved our place in human society because of a long chain of heroic endeavors, rather than accept the sad reality that we stumble along a dimly lit corridor of disasters. It disguises our powerlessness.”
― Chris Hedges, War Is a Force that Gives Us Meaning
Sunday, July 19, 2015
This is an idiot letter, and amounts to nothing except cry for a further change which is idiocy, for I change my abode every day, and my job every two days, and my language every three days, and still remain always unsatisfied. I hate being in front, and I hate being back and I don't like responsibility, and I don't obey orders. Altogether no good just now. A long quiet like a purge and then a contemplation and decision of future roads, that is what is to look forward to.
You want apparently some vivid colouring of an Arab costume, or of a flying Turk, and we have it all, for that is part of the mise en scene of the successful raider, and hitherto I am that. My bodyguard of fifty Arab tribesmen, picked riders from the young men of the deserts, are more splendid than a tulip garden, and we ride like lunatics and with our Beduins pounce on unsuspecting Turks and destroy them in heaps: and it is all very gory and nasty after we close grips. I love the preparation, and the journey, and loathe the physical fighting. Disguises, and prices on one's head, and fancy exploits are all part of the pose: how to reconcile it with the Oxford pose I know not.TE Lawrence letter to V. W. Richards, July 15 1917
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Those who are keenly aware of the demands of the mortal body do not look at death as an enemy but rather as a strange friend. Or nothing at all. You can be free of that mortal master now. No more serving that master of time. That master of place. No more hunger, or lack, or the eyes of other creatures upon your body.
You can now be free from the view and grasp of other mortals, their superstitions, their judgments, their racism, their eyes can no longer prey on you and their economics can no longer enslave you. Meta body. The Nirvana the Buddha knew to pursue.
It seemed to me that my life was hanging only by the tip of my lips; I closed my eyes in order, it seemed to me, to help push it out, and took pleasure in growing languid and letting myself go. It was an idea that was only floating on the surface of my soul, as delicate and feeble as all the rest, but in truth not only free from distress but mingled with that sweet feeling that people have who let themselves slide into sleep...If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. Nature compels us to it. "Go out of this world," says she, "as you entered into it; the same pass you made from death to life, without passion or fear, the same, after the same manner, repeat from life to death. Your death is a part of the order of the universe, 'tis a part of the life of the world.
Life is violent. Death is gentle.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Organizing chaos. That is society. The economy runs on the illusion of normalcy. Society runs on the illusion of merit, order, and fairness. How random and chaotic are the fates of men and women and yet the general populous operates as if the positions they hold are merited and ordered. We organize the chaos with language and illusion but we do not in truth control the chaos.
What is there to grab to make life sensible. It is utterly absurd. We mortal creatures with our biological limitations and strange prefrontal cortex that adds this consciousness and awareness are to be celebrated or pitied? We machines who create machines. Billions of sentient meat machines on Earth. The meat machines are most content when they are doing what meat machines are designed to do. Eat, sleep, copulate, work... and most important, believe. When the machines start to question their existence the wiring can go bad and no longer operate at an optimal level of synaptic connection.