Dunno why.. I don’t feel inclined to blog all to often anymore.. but for some reason I feel like I’m inclined to agree with Nietzsche. I did more or less all along but for some reason I’m just tired of all the social conventions around us. The conventions of social behavior and the world around us just drag us down.. into slaves. Money, Deadlines and even Dreams are things we are at a glance hopelessly slaved to. Technology claims to liberate but it just further chains us into the current system, a car somehow gives us freedom we might assume but it chains us to a world of tarmac, petrol stations and petrol money. The Internet fosters a dependence on a world of wires and numbing efforts to express our deviance and ‘liberation’, our suppressed naughty side we’re just too scared to show in public.
But people aren’t too bad.. Jean Paul Sartre I read called his experience of other people hell, I also read another man called Ravi Zacharias called them pieces of heaven. I wonder though, is existence something enabled by the ‘liberating’ nature of today’s a world.. a world always getting smaller it seems (so small for some it only seems to contain themselves eventually) and a increasingly fast world (so much so we don’t realise our lives rushing past us) of hyper-choice that rather than unlocking our wildest fantasy’s just leaves us largely apathetic.
Spiritually we’re a huddle of lepers inflicting injury after injury on ourselves without feeling the pain or witnessing the damage we’re doing to ourselves. What a ugly mess we are..
Of course we will die of spiritual leprosy eventually, either just by.. falling apart over time or unwittingly topping ourselves in further efforts to discover our thus far elusive realisation of liberation. I do think there is a cure though and this is where Nietzsche and me differ I guess, we must be witnesses and partakers of something more than the dull routines of day to day life. To what end do you work? A realisation that all that pisses us off in the world is found in ourselves.. not in those around us. Our personal definitions of rights and wrongs to the fellow human are only as strong as our own will and integrity and yet we are torn if there is no universally transcendent ‘measuring stick’ by which we can use our tools of reason and logic to somehow work a genuine meaning to any of this. We cannot change ourselves though I realise that would actually take a miracle, but then again I believe in miracles and wonder how far my realisations or contemplations will carry me to something further in time, otherwise the alternative is to remain, in dull conformity as I grow numb in my soul. Theories, ‘radical living’, strings of encounters between strangers and night after night of forgetting anything of relevance, we just become statistics notably only for what part we play in the economy, who are defined by nothing more than what we buy’.. who gives a monkeys? Is that all there is.. squabbling over our vainglory and social standing in an effort to make a living and a handful of cash.. all in the name of subjective preference, to help us figure out what sort of stubborn, cold-hearted creature of habit we choose ourselves to be before something kills us.
