In every epoch, and indeed in every generation, we are afflicted with concern about the end of the world. It’s a promise that is sold both by entrepreneurs and religious zealots alike. This time will be different. The stars are in the correct alignment now. The biblical prophesies have come to fruition. The list goes on and on. It’s always the same product, if in different packaging. Yet even a broken clock is right twice a day.JMR
This lingering idea goes back as far as I can remember. The terrifying notion that I am all alone and that nothing else exists outside of my own mind. I sometimes ponder why I‘m not even more unnerved by such a conception than I actually am, for if true, it should surely mean immediate insanity, or at least insanity from the vantage point of the psychiatric profession, which upon realizing it as potentially a product of my own mind, provides a duality of both comfort and concern. For if I truly am the God of my own universe, why is it that I have relegated my locus of awareness to the lowly position of a mortal who is believing myself to be as a peer amongst my own creations. It‘s like the 80‘s movie Tron in which the computer programmer becomes trapped inside the program and has to conduct a life and death struggle with the animations of his very own code slinging. The problem is, there is no rational way to disprove this perspective. You can move away from thinking about it by immersing yourself in concrete endeavor, or move towards it by living in isolation and departing from the cultural collective, but in the end, the question will still be there.JMR
I awaken from a pleasant dream. With Kenya Estate AA dark roast brewing, I anticipate an enjoyable and rewarding day ahead. All of the sudden, I am vexed by a ringing phone and am swept from my contemplative state as my antihelixes vibrates to the uttering of a solicitation for savings on my long-distance phone rates. I attempt to explain to this dysphonic automaton that I am not in need of such a service as I never make long-distance calls. But alas, my efforts are met with futility and I am urged to take advantage of this offer now as it is for a limited time only. I request the attention of the manager, with the intent of having my phone number removed from their calling database, but again fail to get my way as this information-age barbarian has no intention of abandoning his pursuit of a commission so quickly. Several rebuttal attempts later, I am able to escape from this accosting and reclaim my morning, only to find that the experience has left me deflated and with depleted levels of serotonin. I now ponder how long it will be until my next dealing with a clerk.JMR
The Bottom Feeder
There is that variety of scoundrel who avoids an honest day's labor. The type of low-life reprobate who will do anything to flee even the most incipient level of risk and uncertainty. In games, this miscreant will seek out only the weakest of opposition, and in fact, it would be a misnomer to call their prey opposition, they are all too willing to succumb, as a feather succumbs to the slightest breeze. In work, these caitiff redefine Frost's vision of the alternate path. For there is no road not taken for the bottom feeder. Their choice is between safety and inviolability. They can be found as salesmen of lifejackets near an underwater current, or as fresh water providers in a desert. The only thing curious about these rogues is how they've escaped Darwin's clutches, by their very existence.
We think, we feel, we say it's real, but what's it all about.
We laugh, we cry, we live to die, but what's it all about.
We love, we hate, we speculate, about our friends and foes,
But what's it all about.
There is only one way to go and the burden of choice is lifted for those who are courageous enough to pursue truth in its purest and most incomprehensible form, that is to say, it's only form. For the models and concepts engineered by the animal mind are rooted in error. yet they serve a purpose also, that is, to advertise to others, that there indeed is a struggle going on and that this struggle is all there really is.
The warrior must maintain a hearty stride, lest he be chewed at the ankles by mischievous and pugnacious hounds.
To Be Attacked by the Enemy is not a Bad Thing but a Good Thing
I hold that it is bad as far as we are concerned if a person, a political party, an army or a school is not attacked by the enemy, for in that case it would definitely mean that we have sunk to the level of the enemy. It is good if we are attacked by the enemy, since it proves that we have drawn a clear line of demarcation between the enemy and ourselves. It is still better if the enemy attacks us wildly and paints us as utterly black and without a single virtue; it demonstrates that we have not only drawn a clear line of demarcation between the enemy and ourselves but achieved a great deal in our work.