The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again
Jean-Paul Sartre - "Throughout the entire history of philosophy, philosophers have sought to discover what man is - or what human nature is. But Sartre believed that man has no such eternal nature to fall back on. It is therefore useless to search for the meaning of life in general. We are condemned to improvise. We are like actors dragged onto the stage without having learned our lines, with no script and no prompter to whisper stage directions to us. We must decide for ourselves how to live. ~ (Jostein Gaarder)
And yet mostly we just keep on thinking that we’ll decide tomorrow.
There was hope in 1969, after dreams of peace, and love, that the seventies would never come.
There a wish that time would jump to a future tomorrow made of happiness, and flowers, and a heart shaped box.
But after an indifferent slide into seventies decadent apathy the eighties awoke a desire for denial. The result was red lipstick and big hair; A rock star with tight pants who couldn’t read music.
The stage was set to once again re-interpret the slide of hope into apathy, but this time it was a slide of denial into dust covered realism. The eyes of many opened to a drug soaked party room filled with cockroaches and empty candy wrappers. The nineties screamed a cry of revolt that predicted that nothing better would ever come.
But the nineties left only a wake of boot stomping which lead into the noughties where the only remaining solace became escape. Whether it be the wow ‘world of will-o-the-wisp’ fantasy, or the late decade consumer drive to find the meaning of life in a smart phone, the drive was the same; Give me entertainment and distraction or give me death.
And so as the world turns into the teens of a new century the revolution is far from complete and the future is just as uncertain. The possibility that we could be destroyed by our own actions is all but ignored as we Google the latest trend on our portable device.
Give me distraction or give me… … <pause>
Is it wrong to hope for a better tomorrow (even when it seems naive)?
“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”
I don’t agree with this completely… there is too much rhetoric and colourful metaphor, and yet, here is a well spoken argument that deserves consideration and thought.
My initial reaction is that something about this message reminds me about why I always think that there is hope for any and every individual person, but never for groups of people.
“History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake" RAW.
And while “the imposition of order equals an escalation of chaos" (Principia Discordia - this seems to fit the message of this video), so too is it true that an escalation of chaos inevitably produces its opposite - Order. For this reason I am not an anarchist or a libertarian. Unlike their view I don’t think that the natural state of a human being is freedom and that we just have to embrace it… Instead I think the greatest challenge for anyone is to find a ‘sense’ of freedom in a world that is otherwise naturally un-free, whether it is one that is organised by a powerful elite, or whether it is one that shuns organisations (the anarchistic society). Neither of these worlds are more ‘free’ then the other. There is no golden land of promise (just ask those who wanted to realise the dream of a Marxist revolution). The real sense of freedom and hope is there though; its in the small things, in the people you love, in moments of laughter, and in lending a helping hand. Cause its not all bad… its just that there is no ‘perfect’ world. The world is imperfect, and if a person can accept this then there might just be a sense of freedom there after all…
“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt" - Kurt Vonnegut Jr.