Sunday, 28 June 2009

  • What if happiness and death are exact opposites?

    In my world, moods run like waveforms, and you can ride only as high as you can also sink low.  The height above the line is the same as the height below.  I think it's fair to speculate that death may be the low point, however much romantic fiction would like to postulate depths below death...  So then what is that greatest height which is the counterposition to death -- the zenith of existence above which there is nothing?  Could it be happiness?

    It is certainly elusive enough.

    And why is that?  There is the old adage "what goes up must come down."  To paraphrase this into my model of the waveform, however high you ride, you must be prepared to dip equally as low, as one does not exist in the absence of the other.  There is no frequency in the universe that has only peaks and no troughs.  Thus to risk happiness is to risk death, in the sense that either you must first dip so low to begin the journey to the top, or that once having attained your goal, you must precipitously fall to your grave.  Such is the extreme life.

    I read today that the ancient philosophers considered happiness to be found in the solitary contemplative life.  I have also heard it said that the essence of philosophy is learning how to die, inasmuch as only by learning to die can we be freed from the fear of it, and thus truly free.  These concepts seem inextricably linked in my thoughts.

    And we have anecdotal evidence for both cases.  Consider first those who have had a so-called "brush with death".  They did die, and were revived, or they nearly died.  So often they take the rest of their lives as a tour de force, unafraid, and conscious of every opportunity and every drop of zest that can be had in life.
    Then conversely, what of the child wonder, the celebrity prodigy -- handed the highest aspirations of their generation.  Do they not so very often fall hard, hurtling downward from their fame and fortune, unable to cope and unwilling to care?  They have tasted the top, and there is nowhere to go, nothing more to achieve.

    A strange and puzzling thought, at least.  Shakespeare agreed, if I am qualified to understand what he meant by "to be, or not to be..."  The skydiver understands, the daredevil.  Aldous Huxley's savage argued that the heights of existence cannot be had without acknowledging the depths.

    ...and yet are there not those who wish for death?  Who drive themselves into the ground pursuing ever more degradation and filth, until all they are is an echo of a wish to depart?  Is it happiness they search for?  Or are they those who do not search for it?  And if not, why not?

    I've done it myself, but always in search of perspective, never to run from it.  Perspective, to know what is, and what can be.

    ...to be continued ...


Tuesday, 27 January 2009

  • I find myself at another of those points of perspective on life, where you can look at yourself, look at the world around you, and see something about the whole.
    I see people, interact with people, sometimes even understand them, where they're coming from, where they want to go, why they are the way they are along the way.  I perceive the push and pull, the barricades that separate us, and the threads we cast trying to connect across the void.  But I never get what I want or find what I'm looking for.
    I suspect it's the same for all of us, just with different levels of commitment, awareness, tolerance, and sacrifice.  The hope is to be both understood and accepted.  Either alone will not do.

    The question is, which comes first?

    I think most people look first for acceptance.  They experiment, blindly offering acceptance to anyone willing to reciprocate, hoping against hope that as knowledge and understanding increase they will not be proved foolish.  Stereotypes and spot judgment of clothes, speech, wealth, success, composure, and appearance, and a thousand mythologies bolster the tenuous rationality of an arbitrary choice.  Acceptance without understanding has become the currency of the soul.  Being both easy and cheap, it doesn't count for much, but it builds connection, without which understanding is impossible.  Truth itself may simply be a function of time and proximity.

    Understanding is much harder to come by, but that's what I look for first.  I believe acceptance only counts for anything if it is first and always honest and deliberate.  So I watch for those who are capable of understanding well and deeply, who are perceptive and honest, but reserve their conclusions until they count for something.  To be understood by such as person and rejected would be devastating, but to be accepted would be more truly fulfilling than anything else imaginable.

    Religion, in all its democratic grandeur, is more of an anonymous "IOU some answers" than a real solution.  If there's one thing more pathetic than acceptance which applies automatically, equally, and indiscriminately to everyone, it's automatic, total understanding based on no discernible connection or communication.

    ---

    What I can't figure out is what this says about me.  Is it some deep, complex insecurity that drives me to such a controlled view of human community, or a willingness to believe in the best and the highest?  Is all of this a grand rationalization, or is it a clear perception of real ideas?  Is meaning vested in true connection, or are both mere imaginary goals?

    I sometimes suspect that I'm not a very "good" person.  This is never expressed in the form of a list of sins and virtues, but rather in a naturally bleak store of positive impulse--a failure to live up to reasonable expectations of genuine goodwill for life, love, and the rest.  So the question becomes, if others understood this about me the way I do, would they still smile at me across a crowded room?

    Life is complex -- this is my complex corner.

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

  • If I said it's the darkness that is killing me, would I be right?  Would I be dodging the blame?  Would I be ironic?  I don't believe something as simple as a chemical reaction in the eyes and skin can make existence seem desolate and unrewarding.

    A question for Socrates:  Is there truly light outside the cave?

Monday, 24 November 2008

  • Brrrrrr!!!!

    Wired, strung out, amped, restless, antsy, whatever you want to call it that's me right now.

    I have no idea why.  Nothing helps.  Just ridiculous amounts of useless energy, all tangled up.

Saturday, 22 November 2008

  • X and Y

    I was standing in a corner of a stairwell, clutching my bag in front of me, driven to futility by the equal measure of fears chasing me down and out and hopes pulling me up.  I caught an odd glance from a girl walking down the stairs.  "How do you talk to a girl?" I asked, gesturing with my head.  Her expression softened as she turned toward me -- "It's probably not as scary as you think, if she's a nice person."
    A guy walking past said "Yeah, I've felt like standing in a corner myself..." and walked on.

    My fears quieted, or at least shared, I turned and walked up the stairs.

    Why are we so different?  Men and Women.  It's a simple matter, and one of convention rather than design.  He must ask the question, and fears because he does not know the answer, and she knows the answer, but fears never being asked the question.

    Communication breaks down the at the very moment when it might save us from ourselves.  Anything else, and I do mean anything, can be taken in stride.  And why?  Because it doesn't really matter, after all.

    Risk makes things matter.  You exist in a universe where anything is possible.  But you can't stay there forever -- some version of you will sail off into the sunset living your dream, and some version will fall mercilessly into the pit, and you don't know which is you.

Monday, 20 October 2008

Friday, 12 September 2008

  • Disturbing thoughts.

    Last night I had a conversation with my roommate about Andrews University and its hard-line moralistic tactics, specifically as reflected in the recently created "Community Values Agreement" and the associated language expressed in the requirements and "accountability" breakdowns that can be found online here, here and here.

    Moving from the more whitewashed descriptions here, and here, to the more scientifically written documents linked above, we can clearly sense the teeth thinly veiled by smiles and affirmations.  Of course it isn't only the CVA that has me troubled, but also the long and unbroken string of changes I have witnessed over the last 6 years, each moving to silence opposition, toughen requirements, and make heavy handedness easier to accomplish.

    It is a difficult thing to define exactly what is "good" as opposed to "evil", but in examining this subject, it becomes more and more clear to me that the essence of my conception of good is that which is understood, believed to be right, and therefore eagerly chosen, as free from bias or outside influence as possible.

    This is clearly cast as the direct opposite of the "good" supported by the actions and policies of Andrews University.  Here we find a situation in which the good is presented as a predetermined set of conclusions which are best reached by consent, that is, by subjecting your own will to another's assertion that you must accept these conclusions (or at least live by them) or face punitive measures.

    I know of no evil in this world greater than that which seeks to prevent people from thinking for themselves.  Thus, their "good" and my "evil" are one in the same.

    This clarity is most disturbing, but it leaves many questions unanswered.

    What is the essential basis of their philosophy, and does it have an ultimate goal, or only more immediate and limited purposes?

    Of one thing we may be certain -- there is no mistake in this policy.  It is clearly and consistently stated in every instance I have seen.  Everybody is on the same page.  When I was first exposed to this "Community Values Agreement" I asked the question "So, did they have to sign an agreement to respect my values?"  The response, almost immediate, from a random bystander was "well, you chose to come here."  This is the universally understood justification -- so universally understood that it becomes obvious that everyone involved with this agreement understands its purpose.  That is, to abolish your right to protest.  Enlightened debate's off switch.  This is our set of ideas, you can either abide by them, or get out.

    This attitude of Andrews University is a deviation from the purpose of higher learning.  Universities, historically, and to the extent that they have fulfilled their highest calling, have been places where people come to grow up, to develop their ideas about life in a nurturing atmosphere.  At the core of this nurturing atmosphere is the recognition that no idea is of value until you have chosen it for yourself, on your own terms, for your own reasons.

    By contrast, we can indeed find institutions which are designed to create adherents to a specific code of conduct and ethics: sports training camps, training camps for militaries, militias, and pseudo-military organizations, martial academies.  These institutions are explicitly and consistently designed with the goal of indoctrination.  Their purpose is to encourage obedience at the expense of independent thought.  They are designed and operated for the purpose of furthering the mission and goals of whatever organization they exist within.

    The most disturbing thought of all, and the one which caused me to sit down just now and write this...

    I'm not certain that the administration, or indeed many of the students, of this university would disagree with my analysis.  Further, I'm not sure they would be displeased.  This institution may indeed see itself as preparing for war, and greatly value this chosen method for efficiently distributing ideas and silencing debate and opposition.  There may be many who would gladly accept the title of Soldier for God, irrespective of whether they understood the implications or not.

    I've seen enough that I could preach the cause and be quite convincing.  I could dress mindless devotion in cords of honor and respectability.  I could gush about the power of mutual or multifaceted commitment.  I could describe faith as a nobel shared commitment of service.  I could explain how that service can and should be required of people for their own good.  I could equate community with duty, requirement, and enforcement.  I could use the words "Accountable" and "Citizenship" as threats.  I could write propaganda, and people could praise me for it.

    And I would have betrayed that which makes us human -- the inalienable right to think.  It is my judgement that enforced religious values and genuine, pure, voluntary faith are antithetical ideas, and do not ever co-exist.

Monday, 18 August 2008

  • Gas and Life

    Gasoline prices in Michigan are higher than they were when crude oil was $145/barrel (currently $112/bl).  We are the economic version of a retarded child.  Us and California.  RIP.

    Other than that ... yeah, I haven't posted much.  I have tons to say, just not in the mood.  Maybe later.

Saturday, 09 August 2008

  • The Edge ...

    This screwed up link-- http://https://ssl.search.live.com/cashback/go?c=158943 --accidentally typed wrong by a random forum poster, leads to the edge of the internet.

    (you have to copy and paste -- I can't get it to reproduce the link in HTML, also, only works in Firefox)

    Do you jump off, or turn around and go back?

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