Looking Around with Closed Eyes
It’s easy to lose sight of things, especially if
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
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| — | Jonathan Safran Foer (via traceintheinfinity) |
I hadn’t thought about ruling the world; however, I’d certainly like to be a part of this particular one. (Maybe rule for a day?)
An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangle, but never be broken.
How did we get here?
Existentialism. I had first heard about it back in 1992 during my senior year of high school. Back when the lord had me firmly in his grips and I was washed over with this “Oceanic” sense that there was indeed a higher being. I’m talking, stark mad, raving lunatic, in bed with Jerry Falwell, kinda religious freakiosity that only an Alex d’ Large style brainwashing would be worthy of. I mean, I was ready to make 1+1 = 3….it was that bad. In retrospect, it wasn’t my fault. One must trust their elders. Allow them to form and shape (or press fit as it were) our little worlds into their manic depressive religious world. I can’t blame my mother, she meant well. My step dad though - He should have known better. I do believe I once heard him say that it was too bad that an abortion doctor narrowly missed the true death from an anti-abortion activist’s pipe bomb. As Dr. Dawkin’s said, there are simply no christian children, just children of christian parents.
However, I had always had a fervent curiosity about me, something that not even adults that were sick and tired of hearing me ask questions, could quell (of course I was about 4 or so at that time). I can vividly remember being absolutely pissed and frustrated that I couldn’t intellectualize the inner workings of a car engine through mere thought experiment alone (I have since mastered this abilty…engines that is). I can also remember that day learing about ROYGBIV and solar diffraction, thereby, checking off the great big question in the sky regarding rainbows. Point is, there had to be something that I was missing, and dammit, I would figure it out.
So fast forward through all the fuzz…bombardment…and background hum that philosphy was and I would happily be able to ignore it since it didn’t jive with whatever religious philosphy I had at the time. There were little bits of enlightenment peeking through…but they were quickly put out. Then came along this philosphy, that was described to me oh so elegantly: Existentialsim, a philsophy I could not say no to…since there was a theistic branch. But with a theistic branch came the atheistic. I had to look at both, and that was probably the wedge that did me in. What is my purpose? Why are we here? Etc. Etc. Etc.
From there…I did such deplorable things as accept the theory of Evolution, and agreed with liberal notions like allowing gays to marry. So on…and so on. I think science pretty much put the nail in the coffin of the vestiges of my religious experience. The Earth is NOT 6,000 years old and there IS evidence to prove otherwise. Fortunately, I have been given the tools and obtained an education that can help me decipher reality from misinformation. I wish I had the expertise to help others open their eyes.
In the end I’ve decided to live and let live. To choose to allow others to think what they may. To choose for myself.
