Our Universe (2022 Netflix)
I've only watched the first episode of this nature documentary series, so I'm not grading it yet, but it challenged me in a way that threatened my emotional stability.
Even as I fell asleep halfway thru.
This was back on Sunday night. A paradox, that within 20 minutes I felt this show had the potential to drive me crazy (again), but then I fell asleep while watching it.
Crazy, meet sleep. Sleep, meet crazy. And then I had wild dreams all night, slept only fitfully, but not really because of this show. It only triggered what I was ready to experience, the push and pull between exhaustion and insanity. I'm too exhausted to go crazy.
It's not that life has no meaning. But life means no more than what is in front of you. Nihilism rejects what is in front of you and everything else; most other philosophies/religions/ideologies only use what is in front of you as building blocks for imaginary pyramids that might shelter your corpse after you die.
There's no pyramid for the animals who died during this first episode, as food for predators. But there is still meaning. The tough part is accepting the meaning that is in front of you, instead of either rejecting all meaning, or using what is in front of you as Lego pieces for building fantasies inside your own head.
I have no idea how something so harsh put me to sleep. Perhaps sleep is the only rational response to the exhaustion of reality.
What am I gonna fall asleep to tonight?
Even as I fell asleep halfway thru.
This was back on Sunday night. A paradox, that within 20 minutes I felt this show had the potential to drive me crazy (again), but then I fell asleep while watching it.
Crazy, meet sleep. Sleep, meet crazy. And then I had wild dreams all night, slept only fitfully, but not really because of this show. It only triggered what I was ready to experience, the push and pull between exhaustion and insanity. I'm too exhausted to go crazy.
It's not that life has no meaning. But life means no more than what is in front of you. Nihilism rejects what is in front of you and everything else; most other philosophies/religions/ideologies only use what is in front of you as building blocks for imaginary pyramids that might shelter your corpse after you die.
There's no pyramid for the animals who died during this first episode, as food for predators. But there is still meaning. The tough part is accepting the meaning that is in front of you, instead of either rejecting all meaning, or using what is in front of you as Lego pieces for building fantasies inside your own head.
I have no idea how something so harsh put me to sleep. Perhaps sleep is the only rational response to the exhaustion of reality.
What am I gonna fall asleep to tonight?