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“Circumstance is like an avalanche.”
Why do you say that? “I was thinking, like, I should have all my ducks in a row.” It doesn’t do any good to have all the ducks in a row because reality will come along and do something entirely different you didn’t think about, or it just ignores your ducks and knocks them over. So it’s a dilemma because if you don’t do anything at all with your ducks, and stuff happens, and you’re unprepared, it can go the wrong way. And if you obsess too much on getting all your ducks right, stuff can *still* happen. In a storm, oak tree don’t bend. Oak tree break. Willow reed bends. Survives. So the thing is, to try, but not *too hard.* Do you know the theory I came up with in Navy Prep School? “Huh?” we’re here on Earth to accomplish something. So, we live until we do it, or we live until we *can’t* do it. Either case, we die. “How is that helpful?” So I realized the way to live forever is to always keep trying, and always fail, never succeed. Never give up, never succeed. You can live forever. ‘Course, why would you want to? “I definitely want to die, period. Have you ever wanted to live forever?” Oh, yeah. I assumed I would at one point. “I just want to go on to some perfect zone of contentedness. If I can’t have that, I don’t want to live forever.” You can’t be content for forever, and live. It’s incompatible with being a human. If I die I shall revert to energy, I won’t have these emotional hangups, I’ll just become one with whatever my function is. Smith & Lady |
I always enjoy Smith & Lady’s thoughts/dialogues – they get me thinking, having inner dialogues.
Often I don’t share my inner dialogues with people – for lots of reasons. One of ’em – they can sound argumentative, something I don’t like to be. Bear in mind I’m mostly arguing with myself. I’m still a student, hoping to learn by expressing my doubts.
I don’t think we’ll revert to energy one day, but we’re still energy already.
I wrote this in a comment to one of my blogs some time ago and just remembered it reading yours: “Even grass doesn’t just passively bend to survive. It actively seeks the sun. It grows, it spreads, and it multiplies as it puts down roots. And all these are activities aimed at propagation and survival. Its passivity is largely a myth. It might bend when a more powerful force (wind, footstep) encounters it (it has no choice). But does it bend when a flea attacks it? No. It just is what it is – a blade of grass. And we ain’t blades of grass. We are humans. And methinks humans are the antithesis of the inhumane. Should we bend like grass when the Fuhrer flea lights on us — or is raging, raging ‘against the dying of the light’ the human(e) thing to do?”
It definitely seems to me contentedness is incompatible with being human. Maybe the content died faster and so any content genes we had evolved away. Survival of the discontent, you might say.
Is it too depressing to think happiness is possible? Becoming one with whatever my function is isn’t happiness? Is there another name besides the happiness cliche?
Could we put together some letters in a diufferent way than ever and call it that? Am I in too weird a mood right now?