On the mind
This is going to be somewhat organic, simply because I have too many thoughts that are too difficult to emulsify into one coherent problem. Pardon the following for its lack of elloquence.
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It seems, in my quest for unity, I have continued to find that which struggles against or cannot be unified with the things I have thus far.
Perhaps, this is only a slight on my part. I hope it is.
It is difficult. It feels as though, in order to make sense of this existence, one must either ignore the incongruities or push dough through a pinhole. If I could see where the philosphy has gone wrong, I would swiftly correct it. I am not one to not admit wrong - or, I try not to be.
But, these days have me finding myself with conclusions that are neither wrong nor fitting. I find myself with solutions that are neither incorrect nor helpful. A measuring rod that measures fine, but finds nothing of value to measure against.
As if this philosophy is floating in a vacuum.
Don't get me wrong. It isn't as if I find myself sitting in my room, with a conclusion on the color of unicorns - finding no applicable audience. Rather, it is as if I were in public square with the cure for cancer and nobody noticed. Everyone with their headphones and bluetooths and places-to-be-people-to-see lives have no need for the answer.
Or, better said, they just aren't looking anymore.
Now, there are things most people pretend to be searching for. Many do say the cure for cancer or God or some form of spirituality that works for them. Some even claim it is monetary goals. And yet, all around, there are children sitting on their heels. Occassionally stirred by some event, some bit of entertainment that focuses them momentarily on some "cause". But it hardly touches them. It barey reaches them. It is not within them.
Everything in this age is exterior. A flash in the pan lightbright display for our minds to fall asleep to. Distraction, distraction, and another distraction. I see it everywhere: on the roadside, on the train, in the stores and cafes that were once meant to be social places. People all going about their lives as if to be entertained, to be pleased by some machine is the goal.
I think we have reached the age of the Robot. But, it is not some metal thing that we constructed in some factory somewhere. That would give those opposed the opportunity to take a stance against it.
Instead, it is in our homes and in our minds and in our souls already. We are the robots we always feared would take over. And the mentality of humanity as robot has already taken us over. We are already charged with it, already infiltrated. And we will not escape it until the floor of this technology falls out from underneathe our feet.
What could possibly cause that, there is no indication at this point in time. There is no unifying device to cling to, to claim there is a light at the end of this dark age.
But change, like the winds bringing a new storm, will come. And when it does, I pray we learn to confront ourselves again.
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It seems, in my quest for unity, I have continued to find that which struggles against or cannot be unified with the things I have thus far.
Perhaps, this is only a slight on my part. I hope it is.
It is difficult. It feels as though, in order to make sense of this existence, one must either ignore the incongruities or push dough through a pinhole. If I could see where the philosphy has gone wrong, I would swiftly correct it. I am not one to not admit wrong - or, I try not to be.
But, these days have me finding myself with conclusions that are neither wrong nor fitting. I find myself with solutions that are neither incorrect nor helpful. A measuring rod that measures fine, but finds nothing of value to measure against.
As if this philosophy is floating in a vacuum.
Don't get me wrong. It isn't as if I find myself sitting in my room, with a conclusion on the color of unicorns - finding no applicable audience. Rather, it is as if I were in public square with the cure for cancer and nobody noticed. Everyone with their headphones and bluetooths and places-to-be-people-to-see lives have no need for the answer.
Or, better said, they just aren't looking anymore.
Now, there are things most people pretend to be searching for. Many do say the cure for cancer or God or some form of spirituality that works for them. Some even claim it is monetary goals. And yet, all around, there are children sitting on their heels. Occassionally stirred by some event, some bit of entertainment that focuses them momentarily on some "cause". But it hardly touches them. It barey reaches them. It is not within them.
Everything in this age is exterior. A flash in the pan lightbright display for our minds to fall asleep to. Distraction, distraction, and another distraction. I see it everywhere: on the roadside, on the train, in the stores and cafes that were once meant to be social places. People all going about their lives as if to be entertained, to be pleased by some machine is the goal.
I think we have reached the age of the Robot. But, it is not some metal thing that we constructed in some factory somewhere. That would give those opposed the opportunity to take a stance against it.
Instead, it is in our homes and in our minds and in our souls already. We are the robots we always feared would take over. And the mentality of humanity as robot has already taken us over. We are already charged with it, already infiltrated. And we will not escape it until the floor of this technology falls out from underneathe our feet.
What could possibly cause that, there is no indication at this point in time. There is no unifying device to cling to, to claim there is a light at the end of this dark age.
But change, like the winds bringing a new storm, will come. And when it does, I pray we learn to confront ourselves again.
3 Thought(s):
We are the robots.
This needs to be a song/poem.
I must say you're a very gifted writer and when I do have the opportunity to read your posts I am simply mesmerized by your writings. You have a talent that I envy.
David, I thank you very much for your comments. Oft times, it becomes depressing to think that my words are lost to the cosmos, that they are lost in time. It always lifts my spirits and urges me on when someone happens upon my words and they can impact another soul.
Thank you.
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