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Current mood:reflective Category: Religion and Philosophy
............So what’s the point of this? I’m not even sure.
At the moment, I’m doubting there is a point, a purpose, a grand design? If
there is one it seems to me it must be of the most effuse abstract variety, so
much so that a meer human can hardly relate. How can all of these people on this planet, each
with their own agenda and their own distinct wants and needs ever arrive at
civility and harmony? Add to that that each of these individuals sprout from a
different ethnicity, geography and culture and the notion seems even more preposterous? But isn't this the evolutionary endpoint that we should all arrive at: self-actualization and complete and total individuation?
But perhaps, complete individuation is not a good thing. Perhaps too much
individuation is more apt to move us towards extinction rather than salvation.
Of course the rationalists would argue with me on this. Individuation, if we
are to believe the likes of Nietzsche,
is the last great achievement of humankind. Few people says Nietzsche have
arrived at this place. An individual is capable of self-reliance, of
critical thinking and independent action and are less likely to fall victim to the evil
“group-think.” Group-think for the individual is the cyanide of society and a
way in which moral blindness and stupidity prevails.
But what if individuation itself is the latest strain of group-think? Individuation, after all, does have its
own pathologies. Individualists can and often do become bitter, finding nothing
greater than themselves to value they turn caustic, disillusioned, and
apathetic. They often rely on sarcasm as a defense against their own lingering
doubts and mock those foolish people who still believe in sentimental virtues
like caring and kindness. But to many individualists all values are sentimental
and pointless. Ultimately, truth lies in the perceiver and everything is
relative and relational. Value depends not on universality but upon context.
Change the context and you have a different value; change the point of view and
you have a different context. And since there are infinite number of contexts
and points of view you have an infinite number of truths.
The truth is not
something that lies outside ourselves but completely and fully resides within ourselves, or more accurately
the linguistic space in which we create ourselves- structuralist philosophers
call this inter-subjective space- and that is what makes an individual an
individual the degree of subjectivity they can obtain, the degree of complexity
they can inhabit, the degree of anarchy they can endure. And when you see the
world from a fully-inhabited individual perspective the world is nothing but
anarchy a writhing, seething sea of full-blooded anarchy held to together only
by a superstructure of egos and agendas always at odds with one another creating transitory and temporary value systems that will
constantly adapt, mutate, alter and degrade and deform and so it goes, so it
goes. Nothing endures. Nothing! Everything is simply and completely a composite
of change.
So if there is nothing , no universal objective values that mankind
can stand on and every moment is as mallable as the next, and is significant only because it happens to precede or follows another such moment, well then where is one to go?
Where then does one look for meaning? What becomes of purpose? Do we join the thorngs of postmoderns and denigrate modernity and curse the prison of existence that keep us alone and alienated? ( Yet wouldn't this too be called a value?)
Perhaps this understanding is why so many of the great creatives of our times are so despondent, why so many have taken to offing-themselves in
grandiose displays of tragicomic absurdity, because they’ve pulled back the
curtain and realized there is no wizard, there is not even an uber-computer or universal
logic-grid. They’ve pulled back the curtain and realized that there is nothing,
nothing at all. That everything is a construct and ideology a linguistic
structure that has no meaning in actuality only in functionality designed to dispel the too arid "desert of the real." “...What shall we
do tomorrow?/ What shall we ever do?" "I think we are in rat’s alley/ Where the dead man
lost their bones.” Does anyone know a good grave keeper? It's time to bury our dead and find a new way.
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