Thursday, December 13, 2012

My first stream of consciousness philosophical musing

I've written philosophy before but never as stream of consciousness. I haven't even really looked at this other than to correct obvious typos.


Thinking about the truly universal characteristics of human beings…obviously food, shelter, clothing with shelter being in need of further elaboration. The one that seems to be bearing fruit in terms of a blossoming thought is communication. I find myself considering the innate need for human beings to connect with the world around them. This need for connecting is manifest in art and language most powerfully. Searching for exceptions I find myself thinking of the sociopath or the mentally disabled. I think though that mental illness can possibly be understood as the brains self-correction mechanism when a void exists in our innate need for connecting with the world around us. The brain creates an internal network of connections whether its among multiple personalities, or voices one hears or perverted impulses to harm others. I think possibly these phenomenon can be understood as an attempt to fill the void left by an inability to connect with the world around someone. As for the mentally disabled the first thing that comes to mind is that consciousness is the operating variable in our desire to connect with the world around us. Maybe it is that consciousness by its nature has a tendency to disassociate oneself from the greater universe and it is that space between our true selves and the ego which we are seeking to fill through communication. We have evolved to think so that we may adapt more dynamically to the world and in becoming capable of thought have simultaneously distanced ourselves from the world. The result of that distance is the nearly universal phenomenon of loneliness. People feel lonely as a result of consciousness which insulates us from the world around us. I arrived here from the starting point of mentally disabled because their diminished consciousness seems to me to correspond to a diminished need for communication and a diminished sense of loneliness. These are infant thoughts which have not been fully considered but they were birthed in a feeling of rightness which leads me to believe there is something important here worth considering at length. Why does consciousness seem to correlate with skepticism? For instance why do we assume that others do not care about us? Do others assume that or is that my own ill temperament? Is the nature of consciousness such that the propensity to see what is lacking in any given idea is a manifestation of the purpose of consciousness to be a self-correcting mechanism? In other words consciousness evolved in human beings to allow us to quickly (relatively speaking in terms of evolution) identify and correct threats to our own survival. As such consciousness is not purposed towards recognizing that which helps us survive a.k.a. that which feels “good” to us, but rather is purposed towards the end of recognizing that which threatens our survival a.k.a. that which feels “bad” to us. Therefore the nature of consciousness is to be skeptical, questioning and generally negative so as to identify and hopefully correct threats to survival.

The history of humanoids contains significant evidence that the phenomenon of consciousness has been massively successful to this end. Consider the strong correlation between the development of the human brain (which reached an important milestone seventy four thousand years ago with the super volcano explosion in Indonesia which reduced the human population to a mere several thousand but from there only the most highly evolved humans created the modern human race) and the population of humans on the planet. As consciousness advanced the human population grew eventually hitting the point of exponential growth. This was not without cost though. At the heart of a conscious experience is a necessary disconnect from that which is being experienced. Meaning that in order to think about something it is necessary to freeze it into a mental abstraction. It isn’t all that different from taking a photograph which captures a particular moment in time. When we set about the business of thinking we necessarily must disconnect from the dynamic nature of what we are thinking about. We do so through the formation of abstractions which allow us to mentally manipulate the subjects of our thought. My contention is that this process of disconnecting from that which we are thinking about has the effect of isolation. We feel that disconnect and express it as loneliness, a phenomenon which seems to me quite universal. As such we strive to connect with each other and larger energies of the universe in order to heal the wound of consciousness.

 Ironically, perhaps the phenomenon of consciousness has led us to a point in human development wherein consciousness itself has in some ways become a threat to our survival. What I mean by that is the tendency to think which is itself accompanied by a feeling of loneliness has led more and more human minds to the existential conclusion that we are alone, that are lives are without purpose, that we are a random mistake of the universe that will go unnoticed and have almost no impact on the history of the planet, never mind the solar system, galaxy, galaxy cluster or universe at large. Perhaps purposelessness is the inexorable result of consciousness. Perhaps though the station of purposelessness is but one stop on the track of consciousness and what is necessary is further adaptation. Particularly in the area of embracing intuitive intelligence in an effort to broaden and expand the power of consciousness while simultaneously helping to diminish the accompanying sense of loneliness. In understanding the intuitive axiom that we are all connected to each other, to the physical earth and to the mysterious energy spiritual or otherwise which binds everything together. That we are happy and filled with purpose when we are connected to that energy and we are miserable and consumed by the existential crisis when we are disconnected to that energy. 

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Dear Sir or Madam,


In this world we presume many ambitions. We make many observations such as (a) everyone's aloneness (there really are no categories, you know. Everyone is so alone — the basic, essential state of humankind); (b) the paradox that is communication — the built-in answer to that feeling of aloneness.

Communication itself is what baffles the multitude. It is both so difficult and so simple. Of all men's fears, I think that men are most afraid of being what they are — in direct communication with the world at large. They fear reprisals, the most personal of which is that they "won't be understood."

. . . Yet, every time God's children have thrown away fear in pursuit of honesty — trying to communicate themselves, understood or not -- miracles have happened.

— Excerpt from Program Note for "A Concert of Sacred Music" (1965), Duke Ellington

I remember sometime in high school driving down a street in the town I grew up in with my older brother. I was describing the anger and pain I felt and I was consumed by the realization of how unjust it was. How unfair that I would be chosen out among what I assumed to be my worry free peers. I droned on and on when my brother contributed an idea to the conversation which I consider to be one of my first run ins with dark truths. Dark truths are these axiomatic principles discovered through experience which reveal to a curious mind something true about the universe which most people are unable to assimilate into their consciousness. This inability is a direct result of natural selection as I believe it to be a survival skill. One cannot (or should not) take on more pain than they can handle.

The dark truth my brother revealed to me that day as we rode down Buena Vista Avenue was that all the trauma about which I was complaining and the resulting anger and pain which I was articulating had molded me. It made me smart and persistent and independent and resilient. It had conditioned me to pain and difficulty in a way that made life otherwise seem easy. The evidence I've seen lends itself to this conclusion that trauma and abuse early in life seem to correlate with intelligence and various useful attributes later in life. Well in the interest of full disclosure the evidence seems to suggest that it either makes you highly successful or severely mentally ill.

There is a certain amount of survivors guilt anyone who survives all that has to deal with. It is especially difficult to reconcile my own escape from misery in the context of my own sense of worthlessness. The guilt is magnified under the magniscope of my own self hatred. Because of this I have spent much of the past several years in remission from life. I have hesitated to engage in much living due to the struggle within me. I believe I am at this moment emerging from that struggle and I want to say some things.

You should know that I do not forgive you. I am bursting with anger and have been spilling it about haphazardly without purpose and I now intend to aim it at its deserving maker. You are pitiful. We all have our troubles and you failed in what I consider to be the single most important code among those of us who have been hurt, do not hurt your children. We walk around with this terrible scar and while I feel great sympathy for your pain you are just as bad as them when you allow the great sickness to be inherited by your children. You did that and because you did you are despicable. You deserve nothing but contempt and even that is generous.

And despite the dark revelation via autmobile on Buena Vista Avenue I do not credit you with the results. What you did nearly killed me and still could. I am what I am in spite of you not because of you. I have come to understand something deeply important about myself. Yes I am filled with self hate and worthlessness (which you put there), yes I have thus far fallen short of my own expectations but there is something else that I am. I am the great defiance which lifted me from certain death and removed myself from your influence. I am the great survivor which navigated the treacherous waters of poverty and life to this shore of adulthood, nebulous though it may be. I am a massive talent which despite your best attempts to subdue and destroy, persists.

There is within me a great flame which can not be extinguished. It has kept me warm throughout my life's bitter cold nights. I have spent much of the past several years convincing myself it was gone or dormant and in its absence resigned myself to seek a simple relief of the pain. That is no longer enough. I demand more than relief from pain, I demand to live. I will set my fire loose upon you if you stand in the way again, as I did before. And while it is a fragile rebirth, I dare you to threaten it.