not so much black holes, but definitely revelations.
a breath of fresh air always does us some good.
i took cough medicine only to find out i can't take cough medicine anymore. my body is convinced it's poison. my brain is convinced it should hallucinate. i guess it was a picture perfect finish of those days we spent on the floor in fullerton. i always return full circle.
looks like you made it somewhere though.
i thought i made it somewhere too. i believe my progress is just an illusion though; an alternate path of ending up where i started.
i'm really no better off then i was six months ago. no better off than i was a year ago. and no better off then i was when i was five. not in a negative way though, just hear me out:
"better off"? how do you measure that when memories are just distortions on a past event that for some reason your brain assigned significance too. out of the infinite amount of atoms and sound waves floating around you, your brain focussed on the ones that stimulated it the most, whether good or bad. then your brain shot off chemicals and created an emotion it felt would best apply to this situation. and if for some reason this combination of events seemed worth storing in your conscious or preconscious mind you have yourself a memory. the significance of this memory is determined by this random process repeating itself millions of times.
that process is what i don't trust. that process is not reality. it can't be. not in an objective way. to be objective is to take in truth in an unbiased matter. your brain has it's natural biases. the brightest thing, the loudest thing, the scariest, the saddest, etc. it only focuses on the extremes and the extremes are a small fraction of what really exists (if it was the majority of what existed it would no longer be an extreme). if your brain is not fully capable of being unbiased then it is not fully capable of taking in truth, and truth is something that is in agreement with fact or reality. so to restate this: your brain is not capable of taking in reality. which means my memories are not real, just illusions, which confirms my aforementioned belief that all progress is an illusion and the term "better off" is a make believe phrase created to help you sleep at night. it's a justification for leaving people really. i like that term... "make believe". you have to make yourself believe it, because it's not something that comes naturally.
back to truth for a minute though. if truth is something that is in agreement with fact or reality, and we are only capable of taking in what our brain decides is the most important part of reality, and this importance is assigned by random occurrences which makes importance a subjective trait, changing from person to person, the only possible way to approach truth is through other people. your access consciousness is their phenomenal consciousness, and vis versa. you need them, their ideas, their brains, their values, their morals, their differences.
yep, we need each others differences
i took cough medicine only to find out i can't take cough medicine anymore. my body is convinced it's poison. my brain is convinced it should hallucinate. i guess it was a picture perfect finish of those days we spent on the floor in fullerton. i always return full circle.
looks like you made it somewhere though.
i thought i made it somewhere too. i believe my progress is just an illusion though; an alternate path of ending up where i started.
i'm really no better off then i was six months ago. no better off than i was a year ago. and no better off then i was when i was five. not in a negative way though, just hear me out:
"better off"? how do you measure that when memories are just distortions on a past event that for some reason your brain assigned significance too. out of the infinite amount of atoms and sound waves floating around you, your brain focussed on the ones that stimulated it the most, whether good or bad. then your brain shot off chemicals and created an emotion it felt would best apply to this situation. and if for some reason this combination of events seemed worth storing in your conscious or preconscious mind you have yourself a memory. the significance of this memory is determined by this random process repeating itself millions of times.
that process is what i don't trust. that process is not reality. it can't be. not in an objective way. to be objective is to take in truth in an unbiased matter. your brain has it's natural biases. the brightest thing, the loudest thing, the scariest, the saddest, etc. it only focuses on the extremes and the extremes are a small fraction of what really exists (if it was the majority of what existed it would no longer be an extreme). if your brain is not fully capable of being unbiased then it is not fully capable of taking in truth, and truth is something that is in agreement with fact or reality. so to restate this: your brain is not capable of taking in reality. which means my memories are not real, just illusions, which confirms my aforementioned belief that all progress is an illusion and the term "better off" is a make believe phrase created to help you sleep at night. it's a justification for leaving people really. i like that term... "make believe". you have to make yourself believe it, because it's not something that comes naturally.
back to truth for a minute though. if truth is something that is in agreement with fact or reality, and we are only capable of taking in what our brain decides is the most important part of reality, and this importance is assigned by random occurrences which makes importance a subjective trait, changing from person to person, the only possible way to approach truth is through other people. your access consciousness is their phenomenal consciousness, and vis versa. you need them, their ideas, their brains, their values, their morals, their differences.
yep, we need each others differences