Thursday, July 14, 2005
Philosophical Discourse
People talk of reality as though it is some cosmic constant, and if they are to be believed, it is an irrefutable observation of the deterministic nature of the universe.
Reality, as told by man, is uniquely constant.
That is of course, ignoring the fact that the human perception, the human conciousness, exists as a relative state to the rest of the Universe.
Human cognition comprehends the world in relation to the human experience. Take away physical sensations, take away emotions, and the world would be a whole different experience.
Man need not look far to find evidence of deviant behaviour. The affliction known as autism presents a unique perspective, and the method an autistic person perceives the world varies quite drastically from the average.
He who is lacking the understanding of human emotion sees the world in a clarity that perhaps endows him with a more precise view of "reality".
Often, I think I understand people with autistic tendencies more than the people next to me. I often find reality a warped mess. Twisted by the sweet lies that the mind conjures, and painted over with little rainbows that only serve to hide the blemishes. Often, I find that autism is more a gift. Afterall, it is the "logical" mind that is able to ignore so much.
In truth, there are multitudes unexplained phenomena in reality. Glaring loopholes that the human mind seem to be blind to. Questions like the origins of the Universe, the beginning of existence, these are such perttinent questions, yet the average human finds it only natural to be more occupied with what he can see. Why such idiosyncrasies persist truly eludes me.
Perhaps it is the advent of free choice. The right to choose that has resulted in an explosion of material wealth. Once opressed peopl are now free to engage themselves in whatever physical gratification that they desire.
The Dark Ages and the Wars have long passed, but the promised age seems so distant yet within grasp. However, the frustrating truth remains: it has not arrived. At least it is better than living in perpetual suffering.
Questions still remain unaswered, and it dos not take much to establish the fact that the moment they are answered, it will only lead to even more perplexing questions, and it is not even neccessarily man's destiny to answer them.
Sometimes what is real and what is not is merely s simple matter of what the mind thinks. It is all quite ambiguous.
Ambiguity. I for one cannot dictate what man's intrinsic worth, nor it is within me to speculate the nature of our being. What I daresay is that I believe in the intangible nature of the world. It gives it an irresistable alure, an almost seductive quality to the mysteries it holds.
Gavin
pondered @ 21:39
