How to Understand
This was and forever will be mere ramblings, but its purpose I suppose is to be my own personal perspective of the possibly trite, possibly completely useful buzzphrase, 'Optimistic Nihilism'.
(Proportionately) the manageability of the dissonance that inherently occurs on the fringes of your conscious mind is the key to understanding the self, and quantifying(or qualifying) the latency and succinctness of everyday decisions. We see the "maximum" amount of certainty and understanding as being governed by the direct and immediate levels of obstinance in our minds, which - to be flowery yet concise - are simply accumulated crests of experience lilting upon waves of emotion-- the points of interest in our lives that act as 'defining moments'. I imagine we are the intrepid sailor, believing that the sea - being the cruel mistress she is - delights in battering us with swell after swell as we batten down the hatches in anticipation of impending doom. I also imagine the reality.
The reality is in the unseen depths; below and above; the mind and the universe. We won't consider the moon's effects on the tides, and like Bill O'Reilly, we simply guffaw at such an imperceptible concept and laud our primitive understanding-- because we all know, tides are dark magicks produced by the tips of gigantic invisible godhands, so say the ancients. We even think we understand what's below the ocean, as we measure in a metric that turns out to be fortuitously pertinent for this analogy -- 'fathoms'. In reality, the ocean floor below the waves is further down than the ground would be if one were standing on the balcony of the Empire State Building. This is immensity. Immensity is not meant for organic minds. Organic minds struggle and utilize any trickery necessary to escape the frightening prospect of pondering immensity. When the human eye detects more than five things, it cannot immediately determine exactly how many there are. Why, then, would someone believe they could have even the slightest chance to comprehend the machinations of the vast, immeasurable sub-atomic space-timescape that is existence, or even the positively minuscule scale of our own planet? I'll venture that it's because it is the inherent nature of the organic mind to make sense of its surroundings, if for nothing else, to survive. This only becomes an issue when you introduce the modern human condition to the equation.
Life is an impracticality born of a voracious yet mysterious opposition to the law of entropy-- now though, human life has become voracious and entropic to its host; this cosmic dust mote we say is 'Earth'. And as it hurls through time and vacuum at speeds both mind-boggling and (subsequently, really, as is the point) inconsequential, its self-aware spawn are feeding off of it in every conceivable way. I sadly cannot fathom the short-sighted simplicity that ensorcells millions of vacuous eyes across the globe via a growing number of expertly-crafted attention prisons (advertising, technology, bright lights, and both simple and exotic pleasures).
I do quite genuinely hope these comfortable reptilian mindsets will fall victim to the march of progress and soon the dense bootheels of reality will tighten upon the throat of ignorance as the impending years of technology, globalisation, and intellectual revolution come to pass.
Hope is the human-generated precursor to manifesting tangible reality.
May all our hopes be swiftly realized. Except for Bill O'Reilly's.
The reality is in the unseen depths; below and above; the mind and the universe. We won't consider the moon's effects on the tides, and like Bill O'Reilly, we simply guffaw at such an imperceptible concept and laud our primitive understanding-- because we all know, tides are dark magicks produced by the tips of gigantic invisible godhands, so say the ancients. We even think we understand what's below the ocean, as we measure in a metric that turns out to be fortuitously pertinent for this analogy -- 'fathoms'. In reality, the ocean floor below the waves is further down than the ground would be if one were standing on the balcony of the Empire State Building. This is immensity. Immensity is not meant for organic minds. Organic minds struggle and utilize any trickery necessary to escape the frightening prospect of pondering immensity. When the human eye detects more than five things, it cannot immediately determine exactly how many there are. Why, then, would someone believe they could have even the slightest chance to comprehend the machinations of the vast, immeasurable sub-atomic space-timescape that is existence, or even the positively minuscule scale of our own planet? I'll venture that it's because it is the inherent nature of the organic mind to make sense of its surroundings, if for nothing else, to survive. This only becomes an issue when you introduce the modern human condition to the equation.
Life is an impracticality born of a voracious yet mysterious opposition to the law of entropy-- now though, human life has become voracious and entropic to its host; this cosmic dust mote we say is 'Earth'. And as it hurls through time and vacuum at speeds both mind-boggling and (subsequently, really, as is the point) inconsequential, its self-aware spawn are feeding off of it in every conceivable way. I sadly cannot fathom the short-sighted simplicity that ensorcells millions of vacuous eyes across the globe via a growing number of expertly-crafted attention prisons (advertising, technology, bright lights, and both simple and exotic pleasures).
I do quite genuinely hope these comfortable reptilian mindsets will fall victim to the march of progress and soon the dense bootheels of reality will tighten upon the throat of ignorance as the impending years of technology, globalisation, and intellectual revolution come to pass.
Hope is the human-generated precursor to manifesting tangible reality.
May all our hopes be swiftly realized. Except for Bill O'Reilly's.
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