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Are we in danger of becoming the very thing(s) we abhor?
We say don’t and we do. We say do and we don’t. I say tomato you say tomoto.
Individuality, which is a big deal to us, could just be the most destructive force that threatens the human species. It seems that we have made rules that say it is either or but not both. The artificiality of this is that we are no longer team players. The first special interest we have is ourselves. That fundamental lesson then spreads out and gets applied to too many other aspects of our lives. The result is self-defined; self-interest that adds up to over-specialization. Most biologists accept the notion that when creatures become overly specialized they are increasingly vulnerable and eventually perish. Any number of things can tip them over and put out their lights.
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Let us prey. Let us prey. Let us prey. Let us prey. Let us prey. Let us prey. Let us prey.
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I will outlast the sun. I will outlast all the suns and all the stars, all the nights and all the days of earth. My infinite spirit is in infinite particles and blown through infinite space with a presence mortal men can never know. I will race through time into the finiteness of infinity where there is no measure.
Being is an earthling’s concern. It is important to us who by living know but not when we will die in human terms. Human beings we define as special because we have decided they are in a state of intelligent conscious being.
We are deluded by a preposterous and outrageous presumption. Human life, we believe, is unique in the cosmos. Although we acknowledge the possible existence of others and perhaps their greater or lesser intelligence it is our beginning notion of so called intelligent life that initiates this thought and brings it forward to a state of reality as we define it.
Consider this:
Human life is a cosmic accident – a slippage that is corrected by death.
Death is a cosmic fix – a return to normal.
In the cosmos there is no life or death and in order to set things back to the cosmic state of status quo, death, to end the accident of life, is a necessary correction. Life is disorder, a disunity, and an incomplete idea that cannot complete itself. It bonds with nothing and thus cannot make something greater than the sum of its parts. Life can only destroy or be destroyed.
Our vain search for consilience while in this state of error (life) is futile. This futility is expressed in man’s self-aggrandizing performance and pursuit of perception and perfection.
Death is a return to normality. It is infinite finiteness, sum zero, and is perfection in the cosmos. Man’s positional error is aggravated by his need for an explanation of, or belief in, “the order of things” that in their actual state, (a relative term), simply do not function within the defined term of “the order of things”.
Then what to do? There must be a channel of awareness or compatibility with such concepts of non-human, non-ordered nature. If “human” being doesn’t get us there then is there any point in trying. Maybe hedonism isn’t so bad after all because that’s all we really have to choose from at the end of the day.
But I think not.
I believe there is a potential to flow with this “life as accident, death as correction”, awareness. I suspect that the key is in movement. Cerebral time traveling. It is our ability to creatively imagine or, what a friend of mine calls, spiritual awareness.
So when it’s time to unpack your life and pack your particles to again sail on the cosmic winds all will be good again. No more, “Angels we have heard on high. Instead it’s, “The answer my friend is blowin’ the wind”.
