unfathomable happenings: inversion de progrès et de l'anti-création de l'humanité
with every single infraction witnessed in regards to the laws of impossibility, mankind is infinitely frightened by the frequency of such events. as unfathomable actions take place nearly every day, men feel that this beauty will eventually desist.
when miracles cease and we are left with only the explainable, when everything is logical and each piece of humanity can be explained away by the inklings of science, mankind will find that their vast archives of unused brain space have been transferred into the form of a lengthy textbook. the need to experience and bring forth originality and (for lack of a better term) miracles will subside and humanity will be reduced to that of a boneless lump, resting upon an expensive chair, waiting for evolution or God to weed its genes out of the fibers of life forever.
we, as a scientific people, are engrossed by the potential of the brain organ. our conscious mind makes up only ten percent of its overall capability and yet, with only that ten percent, our oppressive, intellectually-fueled thumb reaches so far that it touches every nook of the great ocean and each curve and cut of the pieces of pangea. but, when we eventually unlock the other 90%, will we be sated? will our curiousity eventually come to an abrupt end, granting us unlimited contentment in our enlightenment?
moreso than we are engrossed with the potential of the brain, we are inspired by the secrets of it. even if one was to unlock each corner of the brain's potential, it would never be considered "all" of the brain. as a race, we need something to strive for, and if we as a species possessed a being that knew all there was to know, felt all there was to feel, controlled all there was to control, we would cease to exist mentally. to know our limits is only a fallacy of strength. to assume that one is aware of one's own limitations is to abandon hope, and yet we the people strive to do just that.
are we so enamored by the possibility of unexistance that our subconscious goal is to abandon the théorie de la possibilité and cease to mean at all?
I saw an indian child bleed from places which held no wounds (eyes, scalp, hands, neck), and her doctors made her cry by insisting she'd faked the condition.
is it so simple to excuse the unexplainable?
I am exhausted, le sommeil soit avec vous.