pondering depression, psychological-evolution(?), and plato
it's ok because we continue
we survive
and survival isn't just living but thriving. under evolutionary terms, it's being the best given your current "circumstances"/condition.
we don't know how yet
but before we perish, something in our evolving intellect can lead us out of the cave.
if we were all a smarter version of our own philosopher king, we'd have all this stuff figured out. we would have already been brainwashed as to all the answers to our existential crises that stab us in the back night after night.
what happens when they/we start having foresight?
what happens when the world evolves for us?
life gets easier. the painful explosions of dark thinking are blotted out, and no longer cause room for hours on end spent trying to figure out what we are to do. no longer any room for scars.
learning.
meanwhile we all clutch and gurgle and scream to be pulled out of the thought storms. an endless circle of doubt acting as feedback inhibition to our own personal evolution.
we are lost.
amidst the mess of the surroundings.
that are ever flux.
as we stick. stale and stagnant.
clutching to what we do best:
creating crises.
so that we have proof and reason to survive.
we survive
and survival isn't just living but thriving. under evolutionary terms, it's being the best given your current "circumstances"/condition.
we don't know how yet
but before we perish, something in our evolving intellect can lead us out of the cave.
if we were all a smarter version of our own philosopher king, we'd have all this stuff figured out. we would have already been brainwashed as to all the answers to our existential crises that stab us in the back night after night.
what happens when they/we start having foresight?
what happens when the world evolves for us?
life gets easier. the painful explosions of dark thinking are blotted out, and no longer cause room for hours on end spent trying to figure out what we are to do. no longer any room for scars.
learning.
meanwhile we all clutch and gurgle and scream to be pulled out of the thought storms. an endless circle of doubt acting as feedback inhibition to our own personal evolution.
we are lost.
amidst the mess of the surroundings.
that are ever flux.
as we stick. stale and stagnant.
clutching to what we do best:
creating crises.
so that we have proof and reason to survive.