Thursday, August 30, 2012
On the War Within
Sometimes it's possible to have two conflicting thoughts in your head at the same time. It used to be a rarity that this would happen, but it seems to be happening more and more lately. For as long as I can remember I've always been hit with two different ideas of what would potentially make me happy. A part of me wants the simple life. Maybe a nice country house out in the middle of nowhere. To be surrounded by nature and mostly left in isolation. The idea of a more quaint kind of life has always been appealing to me. Now I know that a farmer's or rancher's life is pretty hard work, but at the end of the day you always knew what you accomplished. Maybe it's the dream of being somewhat self-sufficient that was the draw for me. In stories there would always be the main character who had escaped the craziness of the outside world and lived in isolation. A cabin in the woods where they hunt for their food and keep a garden. A faithful dog and horse and the ability to live off the land where all they needed. Some days that sounds like absolute heaven.
The problem is for all the trouble that comes with being around people, there is a lot of good from them too. By nature we're social creatures and crave interaction with others. Granted some of us have a shorter tolerance than others, but being around other human beings can bring out some of the best of us. When we're alone there is little to push us to be more than we are. Sure a person may strive to be better. It's just that when we're by ourselves the only measuring stick we have is what we come up with. Now a great many things can come from being alone. You can really learn about who you are if you ever give yourself a chance to just sit and be alone with yourself. That may sound strange, but try it sometime. Turn off as much external stimulation as possible and just be with yourself. At first your mind may feel as though it's starved for input, but eventually you'll settle down and that's when you'll start getting to know yourself a bit more. You may finally start facing certain things about yourself that you didn't know where there. This can be both good and frightening as sometimes it's easier to brush things under the carpet. There is a reason why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. After awhile we need other people in much the same way that we need food and water. There is something about having people around that we simply have to have. Like anything else, moderation is key.
So there is that part of me that wants to go off and live like Jeremiah Johnson, before the whole being attacked constantly by Indians, surviving off the land and just being left alone. Then there is another part of me that wants something completely different. This part wants to be surrounded by people of various relationships. Friends, family, wacky neighbors, and plenty of that-guy-you-know type people. This part of me also is fascinated with possibilities. Technical advancements. Scientific discoveries. Medical breakthroughs. Our place in the global community. The future of all mankind. This part of me is excited to hear about what new greatness exists just around the corner. I want to be a part of it, even if only on the sideline as an amateur enthusiast. Trivial things like movies, art, literature, and video games are all sources of potential greatness and joy. I see these things and it's like being a kid again, just stunned with happiness that they exist in my time. Not only do I see these things I want to share my experiences with others and have them do the same with me. This is where our craving for interaction with other people really comes into play. I could read something and think one thing and then someone else reads the same thing and thinks something slightly different. We talk about it and we both realize we never would have come to those thoughts without each other. It makes what we read that much more enjoyable because it takes on additional meanings. To me that's the best part of people.
Not very long ago it felt like I woke up one day and it felt like much of the world was annoyingly bad. The things I liked once were now stupid to me. My tolerance for this spreading stupidity was shrinking quickly. Watching TV I'd see more and more signs that we as a society are embracing mediocrity and celebrating the dumb while complaining about how it's not fair that those people over there have it better than us. I was starting to feel very much disenchanted with just about everything. How come I couldn't find joy in the little things like I used to? Things couldn't really be as bad as they seemed. There had to be some good out there in the world. How come I couldn't see it? This is where the two conflicting sides of me start going to work. If the world is full of stupid crap and there aren't any signs of it getting better, then maybe it would be good to extricate myself from the world. It's probably a pretty natural feeling by many people. They see the world seemingly running away into a chaotic mess that has lost all sense of meaning. Why let yourself become a part of this ever increasing problem? Maybe it's just best to escape while it's still an option.
The thing is that even if you don't see the good in the world it's still out there. You're just not looking hard enough. It can be difficult to break out of the assumption that everything is stupid. Sure there will always be stupidity and people who seem to have the sole purpose on this planet to get in your way or make you seriously question our future as a species. For every stupid person out there exists someone brilliant. Someone trying to do good and overcome the idea that the lowest common denominator is good enough. You just have to look for them with a little more effort. It's too easy to accept what's presented to us on a daily basis. That the world is in disarray. That we should be afraid of our neighbor. That we should accept the cheapest possible version of something and be thankful for it. Instead maybe it would be best to stop taking the version of someone else as the truth and go out and see for ourselves. Not everything is going to be wonderful, but not everything is going to be horrifying either. We've gotten to a point where it takes a lot to get our attention so in turn only extremes can catch our eye. Maybe by turning off the so-called filters that actually act as amplifiers we can start to get back to what's real. For me the hope is that by doing so I can hopefully figure out if the two parts of me can come to some kind of agreement on what would make them happy.
The problem is for all the trouble that comes with being around people, there is a lot of good from them too. By nature we're social creatures and crave interaction with others. Granted some of us have a shorter tolerance than others, but being around other human beings can bring out some of the best of us. When we're alone there is little to push us to be more than we are. Sure a person may strive to be better. It's just that when we're by ourselves the only measuring stick we have is what we come up with. Now a great many things can come from being alone. You can really learn about who you are if you ever give yourself a chance to just sit and be alone with yourself. That may sound strange, but try it sometime. Turn off as much external stimulation as possible and just be with yourself. At first your mind may feel as though it's starved for input, but eventually you'll settle down and that's when you'll start getting to know yourself a bit more. You may finally start facing certain things about yourself that you didn't know where there. This can be both good and frightening as sometimes it's easier to brush things under the carpet. There is a reason why solitary confinement is considered a punishment. After awhile we need other people in much the same way that we need food and water. There is something about having people around that we simply have to have. Like anything else, moderation is key.
So there is that part of me that wants to go off and live like Jeremiah Johnson, before the whole being attacked constantly by Indians, surviving off the land and just being left alone. Then there is another part of me that wants something completely different. This part wants to be surrounded by people of various relationships. Friends, family, wacky neighbors, and plenty of that-guy-you-know type people. This part of me also is fascinated with possibilities. Technical advancements. Scientific discoveries. Medical breakthroughs. Our place in the global community. The future of all mankind. This part of me is excited to hear about what new greatness exists just around the corner. I want to be a part of it, even if only on the sideline as an amateur enthusiast. Trivial things like movies, art, literature, and video games are all sources of potential greatness and joy. I see these things and it's like being a kid again, just stunned with happiness that they exist in my time. Not only do I see these things I want to share my experiences with others and have them do the same with me. This is where our craving for interaction with other people really comes into play. I could read something and think one thing and then someone else reads the same thing and thinks something slightly different. We talk about it and we both realize we never would have come to those thoughts without each other. It makes what we read that much more enjoyable because it takes on additional meanings. To me that's the best part of people.
Not very long ago it felt like I woke up one day and it felt like much of the world was annoyingly bad. The things I liked once were now stupid to me. My tolerance for this spreading stupidity was shrinking quickly. Watching TV I'd see more and more signs that we as a society are embracing mediocrity and celebrating the dumb while complaining about how it's not fair that those people over there have it better than us. I was starting to feel very much disenchanted with just about everything. How come I couldn't find joy in the little things like I used to? Things couldn't really be as bad as they seemed. There had to be some good out there in the world. How come I couldn't see it? This is where the two conflicting sides of me start going to work. If the world is full of stupid crap and there aren't any signs of it getting better, then maybe it would be good to extricate myself from the world. It's probably a pretty natural feeling by many people. They see the world seemingly running away into a chaotic mess that has lost all sense of meaning. Why let yourself become a part of this ever increasing problem? Maybe it's just best to escape while it's still an option.
The thing is that even if you don't see the good in the world it's still out there. You're just not looking hard enough. It can be difficult to break out of the assumption that everything is stupid. Sure there will always be stupidity and people who seem to have the sole purpose on this planet to get in your way or make you seriously question our future as a species. For every stupid person out there exists someone brilliant. Someone trying to do good and overcome the idea that the lowest common denominator is good enough. You just have to look for them with a little more effort. It's too easy to accept what's presented to us on a daily basis. That the world is in disarray. That we should be afraid of our neighbor. That we should accept the cheapest possible version of something and be thankful for it. Instead maybe it would be best to stop taking the version of someone else as the truth and go out and see for ourselves. Not everything is going to be wonderful, but not everything is going to be horrifying either. We've gotten to a point where it takes a lot to get our attention so in turn only extremes can catch our eye. Maybe by turning off the so-called filters that actually act as amplifiers we can start to get back to what's real. For me the hope is that by doing so I can hopefully figure out if the two parts of me can come to some kind of agreement on what would make them happy.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
On the Web of Life
I was watching a nature special the other day. The thing I've noticed about nature specials is that they're really ever about two things. The first is animals eating other animals in the struggle to survive. The second is animals making baby animals so they can eat and make further babies. So the purpose of life in the animal kingdom is really just to keep on living. We as humans tend to look for meaning beyond simply where our next meal comes from. In the end though we're bound by the same rules as all other lifeforms on the planet. We must consume life to maintain our own. Even a vegetarian has to eat something that was alive so that they may live. It got me thinking though about life and the world as a whole. As I've mentioned before, with energy it's impossible to destroy it, only transform it somehow. What if all life is connected? I don't mean in some vaguely spiritual way, although that could also be true, but rather in the sense that we're not individual lifeforms. What if we're all just pieces of a greater life web? If that were true then when a lion eats a gazelle it's simply moving part of the energy from one area to another. Now I know that some could argue against this idea because not all life coexists peacefully and it would seem counter to us being a part of something large. Look at our own bodies though. There are cells that mutate or grown out of control that ultimately destroy other cells for their own survival. If it happens within us then what's to say that we're not a part of something larger where the same thing is happen, only on a much grander scale?
This is where people start to look for a greater meaning to life since it seems like an almost pointless exercise to be struggling to maintain whatever energy we can grab for no other purpose than to hold onto it for a little while. A beetle has the instinct to live and reproduce and that's its whole purpose in life. Why though? To what end does it do this? The beetle exists only to exist. What if that beetle exists because it must consume a plant; who's own existence is there to serve as food for the beetle, and in turn the beetle must eventually become food to something larger than itself. This life web grows forever outward. Given enough time we all become food for something else. Our own purpose is to finally give up our own bodies so that something else can live. It can seem bleak since all of our experiences and memories come to an end. No matter how important we think we are, there will come a time when we simply don't exist as we do now. And in a way that's a good thing. If we are made up of energy that cannot be destroyed then what we are has to carry on somehow.
In the end it doesn't really address the overall question of what's the point of life? Most life on this planet strive to exist for the sake of passing on their genes to the next generation in a seemingly endless cycle. Maybe we as humans feel the need for there to be something greater behind it all. That being alive for the sake of living just isn't enough. If we are somehow a part of something greater then it's possible our purpose in life is more than we imagined. We live and die like everything else because we're a part of something. What that something is may be unknowable because we're talking about not just life on our planet, but possibly the entirety of the universe. We may be the equivalent of a single cell in this overall life, but each one is important, otherwise it would have no reason to exist in the first place. Then again maybe the idea of a grand life web is just another way of rationalizing all the dizzying randomness of life. Our purpose here could potentially be nothing more than an innate need to continue living. Life itself could only be a chance encounter of proteins that met in just the right environment. Still we are alive and we are aware of it so maybe it doesn't matter if it was all random to begin with. Maybe the first step to something greater is being aware that there is possibly something greater.
This is where people start to look for a greater meaning to life since it seems like an almost pointless exercise to be struggling to maintain whatever energy we can grab for no other purpose than to hold onto it for a little while. A beetle has the instinct to live and reproduce and that's its whole purpose in life. Why though? To what end does it do this? The beetle exists only to exist. What if that beetle exists because it must consume a plant; who's own existence is there to serve as food for the beetle, and in turn the beetle must eventually become food to something larger than itself. This life web grows forever outward. Given enough time we all become food for something else. Our own purpose is to finally give up our own bodies so that something else can live. It can seem bleak since all of our experiences and memories come to an end. No matter how important we think we are, there will come a time when we simply don't exist as we do now. And in a way that's a good thing. If we are made up of energy that cannot be destroyed then what we are has to carry on somehow.
In the end it doesn't really address the overall question of what's the point of life? Most life on this planet strive to exist for the sake of passing on their genes to the next generation in a seemingly endless cycle. Maybe we as humans feel the need for there to be something greater behind it all. That being alive for the sake of living just isn't enough. If we are somehow a part of something greater then it's possible our purpose in life is more than we imagined. We live and die like everything else because we're a part of something. What that something is may be unknowable because we're talking about not just life on our planet, but possibly the entirety of the universe. We may be the equivalent of a single cell in this overall life, but each one is important, otherwise it would have no reason to exist in the first place. Then again maybe the idea of a grand life web is just another way of rationalizing all the dizzying randomness of life. Our purpose here could potentially be nothing more than an innate need to continue living. Life itself could only be a chance encounter of proteins that met in just the right environment. Still we are alive and we are aware of it so maybe it doesn't matter if it was all random to begin with. Maybe the first step to something greater is being aware that there is possibly something greater.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
On Fractions
I heard this theory in a movie once that maybe our souls are only fractions of the original souls. Not all that long ago there weren't even a million people on the planet, each supposedly with their own unique soul. Fast forward to today where we've crossed over seven billion people on the planet. Where did the souls for all these people come from? If you believe that our souls are just some form of energy then you probably accept the idea that energy cannot be destroyed, only transferred or transformed. The same is true about the creation of energy. It had to come from somewhere. So either we're drawing our soul's energy from some seemingly endless cosmic vat or we're cleaving off a piece with each new person. In that situation then wouldn't it stand to reason that those of us born in the last 50,000 years are a fraction of what the people before us were? If we're born incomplete then that may explain why many of us feel scattered and lost. We're looking for something that makes us whole again. It could also be why we seek out companionship so much.
If you were get a chance to read about some of the alien conspiracies out there you'll eventually come across the one that believes our race has been infiltrated by lizard people who look like humans, but aren't. It sounds like something from a bad science fiction story (that they've made into a TV mini-series). It's strange that some people truly believe this is the case and that these lizard people are here to do whatever lizard people do, all of it bad. Now I don't believe there are alien lizard people hiding in plain sight, but I do think it's a somewhat interesting tip of an iceberg. There is an idea that each of us has something called a Reptilian Brain. This part of our brain is all about survival, with no consideration for emotion. Instead its only function is to worry about fight, flight, food, and reproduction. Basically pure instinct. What if instead of lizard people there are those who are controlled by their reptilian brain more than anything else? Combined with the idea that we're already fragments of souls, incomplete and constantly hunting for a sense of wholeness, you have a person who by many standards wouldn't be quite human. Sure they may look human and a majority of the time they may act human, but it's a mask they wear. We call those people sociopaths. Someone who doesn't know (or care) about right and wrong. They simply do whatever they want regardless of consequence or impact on other people. I've talked about how people with Asperger's tend to lack empathy. This doesn't make them a bad person. Their brains simply do not work in a way that processes something like empathy. Does that mean another part of their brain is more dominant? Now I'm not saying that sociopaths aren't responsible for who they are, but I wonder if maybe they're simply people whose reptilian brains are in charge.
It's sometimes hard to imagine what's really controlling who we are. From one perspective we're simply a bundle of electrified chemicals that course through a body, simulating a sense of self and awareness. Reality as we know it could just be chemistry working overtime to make sure that we keep on existing for the sake of existing. Our whole lives could be nothing more than a feeble attempt at trying to create perpetual motion. If that's true then what we think of as a soul is really just our power source. It's that thing that animates those chemicals and nothing more. If you were to damage the system everything that we are could be lost. Someone with massive head trauma may never fully recover, meaning the person they were is gone forever. That kind of goes against the idea that we have souls since all it takes to fundamentally change who we are is interruption of a few key chemicals for a short period of time. It doesn't even take an injury to change our personalities. Add alcohol or drugs to the system and some people become someone else. One could argue that they've always been that person, but it's hard to say since a person may never know what they'd become if you introduced them to a foreign chemical.
On the other side though is the idea that our body is just a vessel for our soul or spirit. We are greater than the sum of our parts. While our bodies may be precariously held together the thing that makes us who we are will never change. The vehicle that carries us could become damaged and we may find ourselves trapped inside ourselves, we will never change. That is of course assuming that we were ever whole to begin with.
If you were get a chance to read about some of the alien conspiracies out there you'll eventually come across the one that believes our race has been infiltrated by lizard people who look like humans, but aren't. It sounds like something from a bad science fiction story (that they've made into a TV mini-series). It's strange that some people truly believe this is the case and that these lizard people are here to do whatever lizard people do, all of it bad. Now I don't believe there are alien lizard people hiding in plain sight, but I do think it's a somewhat interesting tip of an iceberg. There is an idea that each of us has something called a Reptilian Brain. This part of our brain is all about survival, with no consideration for emotion. Instead its only function is to worry about fight, flight, food, and reproduction. Basically pure instinct. What if instead of lizard people there are those who are controlled by their reptilian brain more than anything else? Combined with the idea that we're already fragments of souls, incomplete and constantly hunting for a sense of wholeness, you have a person who by many standards wouldn't be quite human. Sure they may look human and a majority of the time they may act human, but it's a mask they wear. We call those people sociopaths. Someone who doesn't know (or care) about right and wrong. They simply do whatever they want regardless of consequence or impact on other people. I've talked about how people with Asperger's tend to lack empathy. This doesn't make them a bad person. Their brains simply do not work in a way that processes something like empathy. Does that mean another part of their brain is more dominant? Now I'm not saying that sociopaths aren't responsible for who they are, but I wonder if maybe they're simply people whose reptilian brains are in charge.
It's sometimes hard to imagine what's really controlling who we are. From one perspective we're simply a bundle of electrified chemicals that course through a body, simulating a sense of self and awareness. Reality as we know it could just be chemistry working overtime to make sure that we keep on existing for the sake of existing. Our whole lives could be nothing more than a feeble attempt at trying to create perpetual motion. If that's true then what we think of as a soul is really just our power source. It's that thing that animates those chemicals and nothing more. If you were to damage the system everything that we are could be lost. Someone with massive head trauma may never fully recover, meaning the person they were is gone forever. That kind of goes against the idea that we have souls since all it takes to fundamentally change who we are is interruption of a few key chemicals for a short period of time. It doesn't even take an injury to change our personalities. Add alcohol or drugs to the system and some people become someone else. One could argue that they've always been that person, but it's hard to say since a person may never know what they'd become if you introduced them to a foreign chemical.
On the other side though is the idea that our body is just a vessel for our soul or spirit. We are greater than the sum of our parts. While our bodies may be precariously held together the thing that makes us who we are will never change. The vehicle that carries us could become damaged and we may find ourselves trapped inside ourselves, we will never change. That is of course assuming that we were ever whole to begin with.
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