What’s the problem?
February 1st, 2007Earth. Big place. Small place. Paradox? Relative?
Civilization. Just getting started. Verging on finished. ???
Social problems. Soluble. Insoluble. Comprensible. Incomprehensible. Indeterminate. Imaginary?
No one can understand the whole world, but at the same time, everyone is dissatisfied with the status quo. Aren’t they? Most people? Some people? Me? You? Nobody?
We all want everyone to be happy, right? Some of us want some of us to be happy? We each want to be happy? Some of us want to be happy? We’re really happy already? Happiness is out of our hands?
It’s all just a bunch of chemical reactions and neurotransmitters in a bunch of wet brains. When I feel nauseated by the stench of diesel exhaust, or the sight of yet another Wal*mart, or some obese person eating McDonald’s, or some rich jerk’s Rolex, or a dozen other sources of disgust at human degeneracy and blind self-satisfaction and self-serving self-importance, it’s just a bit of electro-chemical juice zapping around inside my skull casing. It’s not real. It’s not “me”. There is no “me”. There is no you. The esteemed value of your designer jewellery, the fat-dripping pleasure of your fast food burger, the delightful convenience of your big box store and the impressive power of your gigantic internal combustion machine are all just whimsical inventions of a lump of meat with bio-wires running all through it.