Why A Bored Maura Is A Weird Maura
Right. So I was loafing about today, blissfully doing nothing whatsoever and somehow managed to produce this monstrosity. I absolutely gaurantee that anybody who reads this will get a migraine. Basically it's a very existentialist little rant about reality and stuff of that nature. Take a look if you like, but be warned it's more than a little odd.
The Nature of Reality
I've been thinking quite a bit lately about the nature of reality. We'll assume for the sake of intellectual pursuit that reality itself actually exists, which I for one am not entirely convinced of; I think of it more as a suggestion than an actual fact. In order to survive our minds are forced to give credence to the "laws" that supposedly govern us, although in fact nothing really exists aside from concepts and concepts are only as real and finite as the human mind.
At any rate, my hypothesis is that reality is itself a marriage of opposites and that all the governing forces of reality are in fact paradoxes. Any state of being for the mind is an impossibility, because the state itself is constantly at one with its antithesis. One cannot be free without being a slave simultaneously, because to be truly free one must completely surrender one's will to freedom. Nothing in life is ever absolute including the statement that nothing is absolute, becuase it is a part of life as well and must conform to its own law.
Human beings are inherently grey, because while their essence is good their desires can be either good or evil depending on intention and origin, and thus people are at once both good and evil.
Reality itself must be a paradox because it can only exist within one mind, even though it claims power over all. It is defined as being something factual and thus an objective and unchanging truth, and yet it quite frequently changes based on perception. Perception is a rather tricky thing as well, because it includes the sphere of our physical senses which can be and are easily deceived. The mind is also capable of warping the "information" it receives, thus making the existence of truth or reality highly questionable.
Even the language I'm using to express these thoughts is limited and restricted by my ability to conceive and interpret them. Nearly ever word is debatable because they deal heavily with absolutes, which, as I've already explained, cannot exist. Every force in life has an opposing force which cancels it out, because if something and its opposite are the same thing, then logic would tell us that neither exist.
I guess in the end the only real truth about reality is that it isn't real; nothing is aside from what our mind tells us to believe. Even the need to rely upon the laws our mind dictates is just a law dictated by our mind and as such not really a law at all but an excuse. We are all slaves to our own minds, though, and because freedom is only a type of slavery, we will never be free.
Even life and death are one and the same. Life is a state of being defined by the mind, and death is a state non-being as defined by the mind. Because a mind cannot not be, and would be incapable of defining itself if itself did not exist, death is therefore impossible and all states of existence are life. If there is no such thing as not being, then how can there be such a thing as being?
The only mind that truly exists is the one we define as our own, and so if I were to "die" I wouldn't know of it. Death can only exist if it is another kind of existence, and as such would no longer be death but life. Therefore I cannot die: my existence proves my existence. A mind that does not exist cannot define itself as not existing. And once again we find that death is a paradox which cancels out life.
However, because I'm a slave to my mind I am also a slave to my senses, and I'm afraid they're telling me that it's time for lunch.
I think that this rant only manages to prove one thing conclusively, and that is that existentialism is clearly the most pointless and useless branch of philosophy known to man.
The Nature of Reality
I've been thinking quite a bit lately about the nature of reality. We'll assume for the sake of intellectual pursuit that reality itself actually exists, which I for one am not entirely convinced of; I think of it more as a suggestion than an actual fact. In order to survive our minds are forced to give credence to the "laws" that supposedly govern us, although in fact nothing really exists aside from concepts and concepts are only as real and finite as the human mind.
At any rate, my hypothesis is that reality is itself a marriage of opposites and that all the governing forces of reality are in fact paradoxes. Any state of being for the mind is an impossibility, because the state itself is constantly at one with its antithesis. One cannot be free without being a slave simultaneously, because to be truly free one must completely surrender one's will to freedom. Nothing in life is ever absolute including the statement that nothing is absolute, becuase it is a part of life as well and must conform to its own law.
Human beings are inherently grey, because while their essence is good their desires can be either good or evil depending on intention and origin, and thus people are at once both good and evil.
Reality itself must be a paradox because it can only exist within one mind, even though it claims power over all. It is defined as being something factual and thus an objective and unchanging truth, and yet it quite frequently changes based on perception. Perception is a rather tricky thing as well, because it includes the sphere of our physical senses which can be and are easily deceived. The mind is also capable of warping the "information" it receives, thus making the existence of truth or reality highly questionable.
Even the language I'm using to express these thoughts is limited and restricted by my ability to conceive and interpret them. Nearly ever word is debatable because they deal heavily with absolutes, which, as I've already explained, cannot exist. Every force in life has an opposing force which cancels it out, because if something and its opposite are the same thing, then logic would tell us that neither exist.
I guess in the end the only real truth about reality is that it isn't real; nothing is aside from what our mind tells us to believe. Even the need to rely upon the laws our mind dictates is just a law dictated by our mind and as such not really a law at all but an excuse. We are all slaves to our own minds, though, and because freedom is only a type of slavery, we will never be free.
Even life and death are one and the same. Life is a state of being defined by the mind, and death is a state non-being as defined by the mind. Because a mind cannot not be, and would be incapable of defining itself if itself did not exist, death is therefore impossible and all states of existence are life. If there is no such thing as not being, then how can there be such a thing as being?
The only mind that truly exists is the one we define as our own, and so if I were to "die" I wouldn't know of it. Death can only exist if it is another kind of existence, and as such would no longer be death but life. Therefore I cannot die: my existence proves my existence. A mind that does not exist cannot define itself as not existing. And once again we find that death is a paradox which cancels out life.
However, because I'm a slave to my mind I am also a slave to my senses, and I'm afraid they're telling me that it's time for lunch.
I think that this rant only manages to prove one thing conclusively, and that is that existentialism is clearly the most pointless and useless branch of philosophy known to man.