The Uber ultimate one word oxymoron.
1. Marked by compassion, sympathy, or consideration for humans or animals.
http://www.m-w.com
Being and behavior, two sides of the same coin.
Humans seem to be the least humane creatures on the planet. Let alone, use the bulk of that word to describe kindly or compassionate behavior.
Until selfishness reaches it’s peak, everyone has a vested interest in manifesting further entropy.
A Dystopian warning?
or
An outline for unconscious acceptance?
While I am not enthusiastically overwhelmed with my being who I am, I’d much rather be me than anyone else.
Self proclaimed, theoretical, reasonist philosopher.
Making a concrete revelation standing on three descriptions that collectively substantiate nothing.
Opisstimist: An angry person who is positive nothing will work out.
No story starts at the beginning. Why should we believe that the cosmos did.
There seems to be some underlying fantasy of seeking out some kind of mythical beginning. Of course like everything and anything else on this blog, I have no proof of anything. As I understand it, somehow, everything in this infinite universe came from a “big bang” which suggests that the trillions and trillions of planets and stars somehow came from a condensed version of all that, basically the equivalent of a baseball. Woo hoo, that seems possible.
Arrogance, arrogance, and to what end, so humans can put a face and a label on it. That way it can be one more thing they can arrogantly say they “know”. What is wrong with not knowing? How about it is just there, and always has been.
Okay back to the top, or dare I say beginning of this post. “No story starts at the beginning” Think about it, it can’t. Even if you have a “once upon a time,” as the intro… There is still a prior “story” that proceeds it. Has to be, after all just as a “story” ends, there are still characters and events and buildings and scenarios that carry on. Likewise, before the tale begins, there would always be previous scenarios that come into play just to get to that point where the story is introduced.
Anyway, it would be nice if humanity could collectively let this one go as something that no longer has to be proved or pinpointed as fact. Far too much time seems to be wasted on a such moot point.
Oops, just a few more points to make my point, What if everything had started from matter condensed into something the size of a baseball. What would be surrounding it? Space?? How could there be space outside of the ball if everything in the universe was in the confines of the “baseball”? Plus would it be “floating” in air?, in space? would it be sitting on something? If so, what? How heavy would it be if there was no way of measuring it?
I guess the opposite is thinking of the “end” of the universe. Is there a wall at the end of the universe and if so, how thick is it? Plus what would be on the other side of it? It is all very confusing, and becomes a circular argument that at least for this little post is time to quit. Certainly before God or religion gets added to the mix.
The degree to which I wish not to exist is to the same degree I wish to fully engage in life, however, I seem to be floating in the middle of living the life of exotic banality that one would hope never to achieve.
You’ve heard it before, you’ve said it before. On some level of understanding it makes sense. “Everything happens for a reason.” Well, I am writing this today, because to my best perception it is that I won’t be able to write this when I’m dead. I suspect though, that some things do not happen for a reason. It seems to be an idiosyncratic human justification to be able to relate to the world, when in “Truth” everything is just as it is.
After all, the tree falling in the forest makes no sound if no one is around to hear it. Just like there is no “reason” for it to fall in the first place, other than perhaps decomposition that might make it fall. Yet, if that tree falls and lands across a roadway and you are delayed on a trip in which you might miss a plane that later crashes, it will be justified with reason. “It is because of that tree that saved my life”
“I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member”.
Groucho Marx
My perception is that as soon as one would align themselves with people who might gather for a cause, one would quickly find out that they are metaphorically hypocritical and therefore negate the passion for something they “stand” for.
Other than joining Bill Hicks’s “People who hate people party”, and that group by its very nature is open only to one person.
The trouble / benefit of being an observer is:
You don’t get to / have to participate.
Fortunately / Unfortunately
I am not actually experiencing life,
Therefore making it devoid of both love or pain.
Giving it as much feeling as a shutter on a camera.
It captures the image, but is detached from spirit.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 