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So yeah, i hardly post on this thing anymore. Sorry about that, it's just gotten kind of boring compared to real life. Anyhoo, I started re-reading Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land...it having been some years since i read it last. It was kind of odd, but it reminded me where a lot of my ideas come from, and how closely slated my own philosophical beliefs are to those that i read about, and really couldn't have had much of an agreement with as a young child. I don't know, something always feel amiss with society and the constant claims of absolute truth that are quickly disregarded or contradicted, while more and more people cling to the hope of scientific fact. It almost feels as though the narrow thought process of "civilization" has degraded our faith in ourselves, in our view of the limitless possibilities of existence and the all too possible view that maybe, should we be able to disregard everything else, we could in fact do anything. I don't expect many people to grasp the concept, but it's always laid on my mind that possibly, every restriction we have on our world were self-enforced and self-created, and so we limit our abilities to attempt to co-exist in what we consider a "civilized" manner. At the core we lack the necessary level of absolute honesty to consider that to be the truth, a need for personal gain, and a segregated/introspective view of worth and accomplishment. As a student of science, the further i've come into it, the more i've come to realize i don't trust it, reason itself is at fault. For, in the selfish, unempathetic logic of reason, reason itself is only faith, and once again, in something that no one can prove for an infinite number of scenarios, simply because we don't view infinity (note, not that we are incapable of it, for what man would know the true capacity of man...save maybe the first). Therefore reason collapses to a belief in which, based on the limited number of scenarios possible from the whether self-inflicted or (highly unlikely) true capacity of man, one can tentatively test and re-test to come to an expected outcome. For who's to say that every melodic cry of a whale isn't an art far too advanced and beautiful to be interpreted to even the most basic of understanding in the human mind. I don't know...it's always bothered me to learn my true capacity, to see what one could accomplish if we could bring into full use even half of our minds, and what sort of society we would have to develop in order lose our narrow-mindedness.