On the conventions of normality and a question of faith and
How do we measure or understand the impact and importance of faith on humanities existence and development as an organism and complex social being.
As per the ubber dude Charles I decided to make people take my blog more seriously I should give the entries much, much, much longer titles.. something like the Origin of species’s full title..
To return to the current this is about a Fundamental existential crisis, now this may appear to be a contradiction in terms, something similar to business intelligence, but it is a reality in this day and age of worlds in Chaos. We have massive sproutings or re-sproutings or growths of all fundamental forms of extremist and moderate religions … one would imagine that, even though they exist, fundamental atheists would not like being called this, they are distinctly part of the mix. Yet standing on the side we have the silent existentialists.. well actually not sure of the numbers ..but they stand there in a league with the agnostics and other fence sitters..
But in all practical terms we now stand at a crossroad again of human or dehuman existence or end thereof
Back to what I originally wanted to discuss, more importantly, the importance of religion, protocol and habit in human existence..
Where to start on this silly topic; that has been flayed to death over the last few thousand years in many more ways than we could even imagine.
Oh how fragile we are, carry me forward through the valley of doubt, through the mountains, peaks and hills of discouragement. Yeah though I shall not fear society and its predestined and defined protocols and walk tall without regard to protocol and prejudice. I shall not fear the knives built from the pillars of conformity and biases media and brainwashing. I shall stand tall, heads above those around me and question all that is there to be questioned. Interpret and evaluate that which lies ahead and behind us on our journey to self destruction of humans. We sit here like bacteria inside a petri-disk destroying everything that is us and all around us in a futile attempt to procreate and live. But we have evolved further than those awesome bacteria, we now take over utilization to a new level, where it has nothing to do with the survival of the human race, but rather the short term fitness, not even phylogenetic fitness .. Hell no ..
We walk through the pages of the story of our lives, pages bent and dirty with the stains of a life that has passed through the pages, some fill a line on a page, a single word, others fill volumes through goodness, evilness, suffering, sadness and existence. There are those who follow the words of other books that have already been written, defining the thoughts and paths they travel through the words of the words of the written words of the verbal history of a person who is but in the dim and distant past of our event boundary. Yet through this many find guidance, solace and meaning for their existence, it never holds 100%, as even through these guidelines there are paradoxes like those of JOB, whose origin has various options, but the story or the concept is fairly universal, finally being portrayed in the classic novel of the 20th century by Heinlein who follows this paradoxical human condition and plays it out in a totally different vein. WE are all given our moments of confusion and total discordance between reality and the paradigm we have created for our own existence. As with previous Blob’s I see this is not going to be completed due to time constraints.. this saddens me ..
To get back to the discord between reality and the massively idealized life we dream for ourselves, even if the ideal is a small ideal there is always discord, there is always a chasm between where we thing our life is going to go and where it goes .. even for those as instrumental as the just do it poster boy, who did it all ;-) we have to accept to some extent that the gods do have a role .. for some of us it may be an anthropomorphic creation, for others the gods of old such as Loki have a much larger role, for others shiva.. for others Gaia.. but the gap between what we experience and what we perceive needs to be covered by something, in both the good and the bad times .. there is not a lot we can do, but accept that there is a differences.
Oh I walk between the boughs of the trees in the valley of my existence, at times I see the path heading far in front of me only to see my own reflection in a pond in front of me to times where I cannot see the proverbial leaves for the trees or is it trees for all the leaves. Either way I walk therough the forest of my existence. The path takes me along the valley of fear and evil. I stand and gaze into the darkness searching for a sign, knowing full well well that if I turn back I will turn into a pillar of Salt.. and boy salt and V chips just are not my scene..
Back to the guidance..
Back to the truth
Back to the beginning
Back to the start
Back to the end
There is no beginning or End, or is there? This is something we all believe without believing, there is an end.. we are creating our own end.. when I say we, I do regretfully speak in the plural and not in the royal I .. yes you and I are all part of the end , we are part of the middle and the beginning, time is fleeting, yet we hold on tight not letting go.
There are things we can follow
B,C,E,G,U,CD, EE,HI,ADD,BCC,CGG,FA0
Things we cannot follow, the rose window, the yin-yang symbol..
Thomas sat quietly heating his food on the primus stove, staring out of the gaps between the boarded window, he wondered about his existence. Doubting all that was going on with him. The sky was ashen gray, the sun had not shone for years or at least it seemed that way to him. Stained remnants of his life lay strewn around in him in his humble existence. Slowly he poured the water over the dry leaves, a smell subtly reminding him of a past. He could not remember to much of what had passed, all he knew was that a long time had passed and he was grappling with something. The numbers would not stop, over and over the sequence passed through his head, unrelenting yet always similar but he could not follow it. Slowly he chewed at his protein and carbohydrate meal, something inside him told him there had to be more than this.
Somehow, we are trapped within the barrier between our brains and the reality of all of that which is around us. We stand we look we never see, we stand we see everything yet we see nothing? What is the reality of what we perceive? Do we actually perceive anything, even when we believe what we see is what our minds tell us we are actually seeing in front of us? How often we walk at dusk or other times of the day, from the corner of eye we see the most amazing things, the plays and jumps of objects, creating realities that don’t exist once we actually look back. At the fringe of our peripheral vision the world explodes with possibilities.. we search for things that are not there, the illusive unicorn, strangely a child with a ice cream cone on their forehead looks strangely like a unicorn, the hold grail, the ark of the covenant, the ark of noah, the bible code, the universe, the meaning to life, love, death and everything.
Can we, bound by preconception, prejudice, preconception, bias and voids ever hope to find anything of meaning in this universe or more so our mind, or is everything we see and experience merely a construct of environment, history and bias? There are those for whom reality is so tainted, yesterday and the past all merge into one, with no memories and dreams, little conclusions, fractures of reality.. Memories destroyed by the current and past fractures in the time and personal reality continuum…
We stand facing a breath away from a white painted wall staring and wondering how we can get through it, we cannot get over it, we cannot get through it, it is white pure, hard and unrelenting.. it is impossible or so it appears to some of us .. the wall is there as a boundary. Something we cannot pass through, moments pass we close our eyes, hoping, praying to the inner self, wishing that the wall will be gone.. But it is there, the smell of paint is rank in our nostrils, we can feel the texture of the paint ripples, light white dust covers our fingers as we slowly run our fingers and plams flatly against the wall, wanting to push, dig our fingers into the reality. But nothing, the reality is permanent. We stare into the nothingness, the whiteness, there is nothing there, only our shadow, but that is vague due to multiple light sources. There is no way through….
Or at least that is what appears to be the reality..
Perspective is a strange thing, I remember looking thinking these things, for a split second these thoughts passed through my brain, I blinked, I turned and walked away only to face the corner wall a few paces away. These were bright red.. But it passed in a momentary lapse of reason, well so it seemed. I wonder what it would be to be disassociated from reality and time, yet bound by it, grasping at the white wall, wishing, yet unable to turn and walk away and find another path?
Yet without the break from reality, the absence of the confounds of our minds we see much and experience life, why when we are bound by the shackles of life we cannot find the balance between the questioning and the reality and the answers in front of us.
Oh well even this rambles on to much for me
Enough for now .. more discord at a later date?
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