In the not too distant future, there will be a hedge that will grow under a stream that falls from what was once a great waterfall and in this hedge there will live a tiny, mammalian group of creatures that will depend solely on the fruit of the hedge and the water of the stream and the rays of the sun for sustenance and that’s all I have to say about that.
Sometimes, when you look up to the night sky, you’ll see nothing but black – but even in that great abyss that is seemingly filled with loneliness and a mass collection of ‘stuff that is not’, there is life. Maybe the life that is out there is better off not knowing about our existence – then again, maybe we’re better off not knowing about their existence. What if they managed to get things right, a society deep in space untouched by the pollution of our ways – a race or species that actually managed to figure out how to exist on their planet. I can’t imagine a worse outcome than stumbling upon alien life only to realize that they’re the same as us. What a depressing thought that is…that our minds and bodies are pre-coded to live like this as per some great universal conditioning that we have yet to define or understand.
What would life have been like had we not discovered psychoanalysis? Would many of the conditions we now seem to suffer from even exist if we did not know about them? I wonder, has psychology helped more people or drugged more people? Would it be easier to lock mental patients away in a lifetime meditation centre and drug them with nothing but marijuana, yoga and a cheap, healthy vegan diet? Would everyone in society go mental if this was a viable option? Is this an easier way to control the ebb and flow of society? Do you realize how many millions of people would probably sign up for something like this? Could we imagine ourselves outside of the pyramid scheme that call the civilized world? Has man’s greatest tool also become man’s ultimate demise? I wonder about this as I try and figure out how to live a life that is less dependant on money for survival, but rather merely a means of getting from a to b when you need to or to balance out a fair trade.
How do we accurately measure value if we’ve already been instructed on what to value or hold dearest to our hearts? How can value ever be true if it’s held up against a standard that is false? Is the pure chance of our existence as a species not enough for us to grateful that we are? Have our emotions ever really been true to our minds, or do our minds dictate how we’re supposed to feel? What do you see with your eyes? What do you really ever see? Vibrations and fixed ratios – a state and a phase.