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Although life always has its funny way of testing assumptions about anything, I am an enormously fortunate human being, living in a time and place where I have an opportunity to explore varied possibilities of life and to express my thoughts without a serious risk of destructive oppression and inquisition.
This blog is intended to consolidate my observations, the
only real conclusion being that experience has somehow shown me what I already
knew but did not understand, as written by many people before.
Throughout history we have behaved like members of ant colonies: attacking, destroying and enslaving each other, with the added horrors of sadism and sexual violence, often led by one murderous sociopath after another. History is predominately one of brutalized, traumatized, confused people living in pain and subjugation – we in turn build statues to the monstrous and watch entertainments of the butchery.
Yet young children are joyous, loving, curious, imaginative, creative, alive – everything we as adults should be. Adults generally (despite the facades) are often lost in a mix of anxiety, depression, frustration, regret, vengeance, anger, fear and self-loathing; in varying stages of struggle and confusion.
Something happens along the way that drains the joy and implants the madness. If we are aware of what that is, can we become better adults?
Children reveal my ignorance with all the why, why, why questions – with every answer needing a further explanation of something I’ve taken for granted, until I get stuck. It would be much easier to say “because I said so” or “God made it that way”, like in the good old medieval days.
The first film I can remember watching at the cinema was Raiders of the Lost Ark, which I found very exciting and scary! I can remember watching Star Wars for the first time on tv and struggling to read the big disappearing words before they scrolled up and away.
According to a health checkup, I am 196cm wearing shoes, 92kgs with clothes; and have very low risk of heart disease.
I’m a strict vegetarian, but a non-strict vegan.
Fun dystopian fact: It’s possible for a large company to have zero employees and all processes automated. Most CEOs seem to act as talking algorithms, so they should get economically optimised first.
My story so far is partly one of failing at everything, but doing just about enough at the last moment to scrape over the line. As the years ticked by, I eventually crawled a fair way. I have no regrets or pride, just bemusement.
It is satisfying to warm up in front of a fire after numbing coldness.
Why don’t people read audiobooks on camera with autocue? Listening is great, but it would be nice to have an option to see the complete performance. Reading as a spectacle used to be a thing, e.g. Charles Dickens and his grand tours.
DIY teaches: know thy tools.
I love and hate ambiguity.
[Insert Here] is overrated.
To be open with yourself and the world, and not concerned with how that is perceived, is freedom from a prison of mental constructions; however there is a lack of empathy, poetry and charm in being blunt with people, or saying anything that comes to mind. The happier circumstance is to connect beyond words.
AI assistants combined with augmented/virtual reality will transform human experience. Artists could create paintings digitally and 3D print the paintings into the physical world, automating the textured brushstrokes with the help of AI. Exact textured cloning of existing masterpiece paintings would be available as home printouts.
I’ve met some real idiots in my time, most of whom were in the mirror.
I’m writing the flow of what comes into the imagination, without constraints or thinking too hard about how its coherence and construction. After a while of doing this each day, it amounts to a body of work I can then review, edit and refine. I’m hoping to finish a first draft by the end of this month.
I like to sit in front of a fire and read/write.
RAW – Read And Write.
There is always a way, even though you don’t see it at the moment. Turn around and look again.
I’ve noticed that the last few problems I’ve had to deal with have resulted in upgrades to skills, or gaining knowledge I didn’t have before.
My engine is fuelled by plants, which means the system is cleaned, rather than clogged up with rotting flesh.
There is an irony when people dictate the morality of others, while actively supporting the meat trade. The single biggest thing that most people can do to make a positive change in the world is to stop eating animals, so as to help end the mechanised suffering we perpetrate on other creatures and the planet.
Fortunate people often come up with stories and beliefs that justify their own lofty positions in life, looking down on the suffering they could otherwise do something about.
If you have a lot of surplus money, it is your responsibility to spend it well, otherwise you are squandering those resources and other people’s lives. Andrew Carnegie’s quote from a prior era is a bit harsh, but has some truth to it: “The man who dies rich, dies disgraced.”
As Carnegie discovered, there can be a lot of personal fulfilment in spending well.
It is liberating to say what you think and feel, not beholden to what other people say you should think and feel – or to what you think they want to hear.
I wasn’t at my best in an institutionalised setting.
Another sadistic statistic
bleeding fear on the journey
from womb to tomb,
dreaming of decay.
Initial feeling happens.
Mind overrides and reasons a recommended alternative.
Go back and revisit the feeling.
What is the feeling telling you?
There is probably more evaluation in that feeling than the clumsy thought cogs, which are usually powered by fear.
What is the definition of someone who believes that religious texts were written by fallible men, not God – but who has a belief in a transcendent divinity that inspires the human heart?
Hobbies include: staring at my phone.
Wanting to know how everything works can be exhausting, distracting, and fascinating.
Live today before you decay.
If you find meaning in your job then working is living.
10,000 years ago or so, humans had only wooden and stone tools; and were foraging or hunting each day like any other creature on this planet.
Humans first navigated the globe about 1,000 years ago, with the Vikings probably the first to cross the Atlantic in either direction, reaching Newfoundland for certain in 1021 AD.
We are currently experiencing the non-naissance period of the arts.
A painting is not the brushstrokes.
Love desecrates the strangeness.
We pray under crosses, owned by Man
and grovel to bosses, slaves to a plan:
Trapped in the web, of your endless lies,
to be spun from a thread
and eaten like flies.