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Although this is by no means an epiphany by any stretch of the imagination, I've been noticing more and more lately how similar the concepts of fate and physics are. The ideas of both, a certain inevitability of occurences, is crudely the same one, only fate is labeled as romantic, whereas purely analytically approaching any topic even skirting the mystic is seen as cynical, and often bordering on nihilistic. But why is realism shunned for being...well, er, realistic? Is our race not meant to face facts? Well, we can wake up and smell the coffee because we have noses. We wouldn't have noses if we weren't meant to smell, but why COFFEE? Our sense of smell was not intended for that.
Because honestly, the aroma of coffee in the morning is great those facts we should or should not be facing, after some internal fermentation, will have an effect on a person's state of mind, and as a species, happiness, or at least contentment, is a more logical goal than "seeking truth", however the hell you define it. Not only that, any reasonable enlightenment-seeker acknowledges that it is impossible to fully comprehend all of the intricacies (I use that word too much) of the universe; "if the human mind were simple enough for us to understand, we would be too simple to understand it."
The problem with fate is that it's too vague. You can call ANYTHING fate and get away with it, but then that leaves absolutely no room for coincidences, since every action fuels an infinite amount of dependent actions. In a world run purely by fate, and there is actually no way to prove otherwise so excuse my ass-talking please, there would be no consciousness, no impulses, and especially no what ifs. Physics, however, leaves room for change. It's kind of like Bush and Kerry. Science morphs itself and is changeable depending on the circumstances, and does not have any set plan. Coincidences are more flexible, whereas principles are not.
I'm so scared when I write entries like these that I'm just going to hear a big DUUURRRRH from everyone else because I'm the last to think of it. I get so irritated when any IRL friends start spouting of bullshit I figured out in seventh grade, so I'm always paranoid of that here as well. And for fuck's sake, I'm listening to the Postal Service; I must be nearing the limit on how superficially unsuperficial/hip/smart I am.
On a lighter note, I haven't showered since Thursday and am running out of outfits that go with a hat. I think I'll do one of those power-cleaning look-at-me I'm-being-productive days and throw my clothes in the laundry, take a shower, try to finish a paper, and get my car washed since I'm done with classes for the day.
Ha. Like that's gonna happen.
Because honestly, the aroma of coffee in the morning is great those facts we should or should not be facing, after some internal fermentation, will have an effect on a person's state of mind, and as a species, happiness, or at least contentment, is a more logical goal than "seeking truth", however the hell you define it. Not only that, any reasonable enlightenment-seeker acknowledges that it is impossible to fully comprehend all of the intricacies (I use that word too much) of the universe; "if the human mind were simple enough for us to understand, we would be too simple to understand it."
The problem with fate is that it's too vague. You can call ANYTHING fate and get away with it, but then that leaves absolutely no room for coincidences, since every action fuels an infinite amount of dependent actions. In a world run purely by fate, and there is actually no way to prove otherwise so excuse my ass-talking please, there would be no consciousness, no impulses, and especially no what ifs. Physics, however, leaves room for change. It's kind of like Bush and Kerry. Science morphs itself and is changeable depending on the circumstances, and does not have any set plan. Coincidences are more flexible, whereas principles are not.
I'm so scared when I write entries like these that I'm just going to hear a big DUUURRRRH from everyone else because I'm the last to think of it. I get so irritated when any IRL friends start spouting of bullshit I figured out in seventh grade, so I'm always paranoid of that here as well. And for fuck's sake, I'm listening to the Postal Service; I must be nearing the limit on how superficially unsuperficial/hip/smart I am.
On a lighter note, I haven't showered since Thursday and am running out of outfits that go with a hat. I think I'll do one of those power-cleaning look-at-me I'm-being-productive days and throw my clothes in the laundry, take a shower, try to finish a paper, and get my car washed since I'm done with classes for the day.
Ha. Like that's gonna happen.