Stuff to think 'bout, like. D:
Oh the philosicality, Sarita, oh the philosicality.
I started reading Sophie's world, recently, coincidentally. :P It's very intriguing. If I can't think of any questions to discuss here for myself, I may just have to refer to the book.
I was thinking about one question the other day (not from Sophie's World), sort of like 'time goes too fast' but not.
"One seems to have to face the end of things all the time."
Think about it. From the point of view of the human mind, we all think or hope, however subconsciously or not, that we'll never get to the end of a moment or 'phrase' in our lives that we enjoy. We want to think it because we wish we could stay suspended in a moment of time. I like to think of it as a form of procrastination, it isn't a perfectly fitting word, but one can get the gist of what I mean.
Then we get frustrated and sad when the end suddenly zooms in on us, as though there's no gradually closing gap between the 'Middle' and 'End' of the timeline; like so:
[Beginning>Middle>End] rather than [Beginning>...>Middle>...>End]
It's either that or human beings are constantly anticipating the end of something. We're thinking something like this: "The end's gonna come up on me, oh no, it's coming, the end of this time, I don't want it to end, oh no no no no no, oh crap, it ended, where did all the time go? The end came and hit me in the face, stupid end". In a way, what happens is exactly the same as the last point; we float around as though in one moment of time and then SMACK, this wall labeled ‘FIN’ or something comes along and slams into us, unexpectedly.
It’s a ‘paranoia’ (again, that isn’t really a completely fitting word...) that humans have, because of our individuality. It separates us from other animals that we go around being concerned about these things. For example, a domestic cat may spend its time washing, sitting, glaring, eating, shitting, growling, purring, mating, but may not be wondering why it does any of these things or when it will die (it will of course care about time when it comes to food). It probably doesn’t even care what the hideous creatures around it are, the creatures that waste their time being in a flap about when the next ‘the end’ wall will sweep in from the sidelines, pelt them with a shocking and paralyzing shower of bricks and leave them upset.
And another point: who says that we aren’t at the end of something all the time? We can obviously tell when the end of a certain event is coming, because of our sense of dates and time, but as it is well known, we cannot tell when the end of life is coming.
So technically, we can peer ahead or wallow in the middle of one of life’s events, because we know (in many cases) the date of its conclusion. What we cannot do is know if we’re at the beginning, middle or end of our lives from where we stand right now. You can’t predict if a murderer is around the corner, or if some mysterious toxic gas is lurking about in your household, or if your computer is planning to explode into your face for no rational reason. We could become paranoid or defensive about it, but like the previous points, it would only result in wasting time - one cannot fulfill life by going through it worrying about death.
But when it comes to moving ahead, going forward through the time of life, as I have said, we’re not clairvoyants, we can’t see the deadliest wall of all (let’s say it’s made of something like lead - ouch) getting a good run up at us. The way I see it is paving our own path - we can’t move on and know that we have something ahead of now without laying down the next slab of stone, and then when we’ve stepped onto that, the new now, we have to repeat the process. In other words: we will always be at the end of our ‘life’ path because the human mind can’t predict if we will be in the position to lay down the next stone or not. We are constantly at the end of our lives.
So that is my view and rambling on "one seems to have to face the end of things all the time". :\ Are there any kwestyunns?
Tonight, over dinner, my father and I had a long and very, very interesting discussion about the philosophy of CUSTARD. I shall ‘quote’ moments of it in another entry, maybe not now. But I shall.
Also, it’s my birthday tomorrow. I didn’t really see it coming.
I started reading Sophie's world, recently, coincidentally. :P It's very intriguing. If I can't think of any questions to discuss here for myself, I may just have to refer to the book.
I was thinking about one question the other day (not from Sophie's World), sort of like 'time goes too fast' but not.
"One seems to have to face the end of things all the time."
Think about it. From the point of view of the human mind, we all think or hope, however subconsciously or not, that we'll never get to the end of a moment or 'phrase' in our lives that we enjoy. We want to think it because we wish we could stay suspended in a moment of time. I like to think of it as a form of procrastination, it isn't a perfectly fitting word, but one can get the gist of what I mean.
Then we get frustrated and sad when the end suddenly zooms in on us, as though there's no gradually closing gap between the 'Middle' and 'End' of the timeline; like so:
[Beginning>Middle>End] rather than [Beginning>...>Middle>...>End]
It's either that or human beings are constantly anticipating the end of something. We're thinking something like this: "The end's gonna come up on me, oh no, it's coming, the end of this time, I don't want it to end, oh no no no no no, oh crap, it ended, where did all the time go? The end came and hit me in the face, stupid end". In a way, what happens is exactly the same as the last point; we float around as though in one moment of time and then SMACK, this wall labeled ‘FIN’ or something comes along and slams into us, unexpectedly.
It’s a ‘paranoia’ (again, that isn’t really a completely fitting word...) that humans have, because of our individuality. It separates us from other animals that we go around being concerned about these things. For example, a domestic cat may spend its time washing, sitting, glaring, eating, shitting, growling, purring, mating, but may not be wondering why it does any of these things or when it will die (it will of course care about time when it comes to food). It probably doesn’t even care what the hideous creatures around it are, the creatures that waste their time being in a flap about when the next ‘the end’ wall will sweep in from the sidelines, pelt them with a shocking and paralyzing shower of bricks and leave them upset.
And another point: who says that we aren’t at the end of something all the time? We can obviously tell when the end of a certain event is coming, because of our sense of dates and time, but as it is well known, we cannot tell when the end of life is coming.
So technically, we can peer ahead or wallow in the middle of one of life’s events, because we know (in many cases) the date of its conclusion. What we cannot do is know if we’re at the beginning, middle or end of our lives from where we stand right now. You can’t predict if a murderer is around the corner, or if some mysterious toxic gas is lurking about in your household, or if your computer is planning to explode into your face for no rational reason. We could become paranoid or defensive about it, but like the previous points, it would only result in wasting time - one cannot fulfill life by going through it worrying about death.
But when it comes to moving ahead, going forward through the time of life, as I have said, we’re not clairvoyants, we can’t see the deadliest wall of all (let’s say it’s made of something like lead - ouch) getting a good run up at us. The way I see it is paving our own path - we can’t move on and know that we have something ahead of now without laying down the next slab of stone, and then when we’ve stepped onto that, the new now, we have to repeat the process. In other words: we will always be at the end of our ‘life’ path because the human mind can’t predict if we will be in the position to lay down the next stone or not. We are constantly at the end of our lives.
So that is my view and rambling on "one seems to have to face the end of things all the time". :\ Are there any kwestyunns?
Tonight, over dinner, my father and I had a long and very, very interesting discussion about the philosophy of CUSTARD. I shall ‘quote’ moments of it in another entry, maybe not now. But I shall.
Also, it’s my birthday tomorrow. I didn’t really see it coming.