part of my grand theory is that the brain is a meat machine designed like any organism with continuence foremost as it's purpose, and i like to try to relate this to human experience as an underlying cause for our emotions. this also goes the other way, because if this theory is built on anything other than a desire for an understandable grand scheme and wishful thinking it's based on a recognition of the simplest and most discernable things that all cultures have in common, which are provisions about the essentials of life (food, shelter, clothing, etc) and the continuance of life (sex, family, the protection and raising of children).
this has led me to think that, as the concious mind has been developed along the same lines and for the same purposes as what we term instinct, there is no reason to expect a separation between concious motivation and instinct, which could also be subconcious motivation.
and so in the question of what one should be doing, if one leaves onself open to determining this question for onself (a relativistic position, to be sure) one must recognise the possibility that even when trying to merely gain pleasure, repel pain, and tend towards happyness, without any sort of compass other than one's experience to point the way, there may be underlying directions taht we can predict the path of due to our knowledge of their development.
This causes me to largely reject those impulses which society has an interest in promoting, such as moral imperatives. i do not know that these bring happyness to me because i would know them due to outside pressure even if they did not. certainly they should not be openly defied but they should prove ultimately unsatisfactory as an end in themselves to a skeptical observer (true, the acceptance by society, one's peers and family that can only come about through observance of moral codes is laudable and one of the essential goals of the human animal, but the same effect can be achieved through mere observance of moral custom rather than deep seated belief and arrangement of one's life path according to these principles).
Therefore, due to my understanding of my connections with other peole, indeed, my intractible enmeshment with their minds in this web, as a mere contrivance for the preservation of that which my conciousness, also, has been designed to continue (coded in DNA), i must conclude, assuming that any happyness is to be obtained by alowing my being to pursue the purpose that surely it was designed (designed by the creation of similar models and then the process of elimination) to pursue, i should indeed try to have as many children as possible while maintaining standing in my social sphere and the necessary resources to raise them in fulfillment of my own likewise instinctive attachment to them.
immensely powerful attachment, i should also mention, that cannot be experienced otherwise.
and therefore it seems to me that the malayse of comparatively wealthy life might just be due to spending too much time in the aquisition of resources and their subsequent dispersal (oh shallow, empty passtime!) rather than in the creation of variations of our supreme reason for being.
therefore i say let us see how many this eath can hold and then send them forth into the stars there to multiply until god himself comes to stop us.
and i think that those european countries that have declining populations is that saddest thing i've ever heard and i hope for everyone's sake that it's due to the migration of the young rather than a genuine lack of interest in life.
Friday, January 26, 2007
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You write the way Kurt Vonnegut would if he were an incurable pessimist instead of an incurable optimist. And your poetry is reminiscent of Stephen Crane's.
would being a pessimist have cured him (KV) from writing the same damn book every time?
after having googled stephen crane and reading a short story and some poetry i have to thank you very much for the compliment because i rather like his work:
There is a grey thing that lives in the tree-tops
None Know the horror of its sight
Save those who meet death in the wilderness
Bur one is enabled to see
To see branches move at its passing
To heat at times the wail of black laughter
And to come often upon mystic places
Places there the thing has just been.
Stephen Crane
War is Kind and Other Poems
Uncollected Poems
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