Philosophy twinged with Bullshit

I had felt at ease with the sudden comfort that I had been lying to myself. Usually, drastic measures might've been taken to avoid this, but as of late, this is false. There is no such thing as a comfortable numbness, at least when you're not high. I don't smoke pot anymore. The legal system felt that it would interject my self-indulgence of something to ease my isolation with entertainment. After a while, you feel unabridged in some kind of strange completeness. Not like a veil being lifted, but like looking at things systematically instead of arbitrarily or with a calm mellowness. There seems to be more order, but to a person who is at the opposition of order (left-handed as hell) it only works to other people's confines and not my own. Eventually you come to the realization that people aren't really people and reality isn't really reality. The truth is this lies in the fact that a person's mind conjuring up a hallucination is no different than it actually happening. Why? Because your body knows no difference. Therefore, life could just as well be called a lucid dream, not in actuality but in metaphor. To all of time, our lives are dreams, little pieces of nothings that fade out, except we don't get the glory of something so beautiful that the star does, the nova. If we do, it lies in our realizations before we die, and that's even taking into consideration that we make it that far. Most die before their time, never even knowing the spoils of the emaculate endorsement wisdom offers. But in truth, wisdom, like all things, is subjective and can never be truly accounted for. No matter which way you measure it. All of life is simply particles bouncing and playing out an existence, if the world hasn't shown much, it has at least shown us that. We think we are so advanced when really only our technology is, ancient Greeks were just as advanced as we are. The tragedy is that most never aim nor acheive their true potential, it isn't something to care enough about, supposedly. Then again if we live to actually LYE on our death beds, we finally understand that we wished we would have. You can just smell the irony in that one. People with a love for history claim that it's important to know so that we do not make the same mistakes again. These people are hypocrites and obviously have not picked up what has happened over time. The human race has illustrated that it does repeat the same mistakes, after all, we are beings of repetition. The only living thing escaping this cliche are a form of subatomic particles which move at random, always and forever, until they dissipate. Collectively, the only truth, is untruth. It matters not whether opinions differ between two or agree among millions, it all spawns from one or either simultaneously (or very close to it, mind you) a few and then spreads. Although, this is by no means the only way ideas spawn or come into place. The many cultures of the world pride themselves on their customs, but then are reluctant to be open minded to others. Simply put, they are too blind to realize that truth IS based upon culture as with morality and all the other things so many hold so close to their hearts without acceptance of others beliefs. Noone ever said they had to accept them for truths, but just live with the fact that someone believes differently. Perhaps this is what has kept us at a gradually declining point in human civilization. The constant struggle among one another. They miss the point that, today, it is no longer a matter of defending territories for a herd of buffalo, but a matter of importing and exporting what your lands already have and produce. Yet, as with all humans it is instinct that drives us to attempt to supersede one another in an endless spiral of no progress. That is why like all species and like all human civilizations of time, the human race will die out. If evolution would have it, we will be reborn again one day. Individual truth, Individual spirit, Individual mind. The mouse WILL destroy the lion.


Feb 24, 2005