Nothing Has Meaning

On a somewhat related note I’ve decided to talk a little bit about time. Time is on my side, yes it is.

One philosophy is that time is an illusion, the fact is, there is no time. The truth is, there is no time, no time to do anything at all, any time at all.

But back to the point, in our product based societies we rarely look at the alternative results in time based productivity. What if you could achieve more in less time? Did you lose that productivity?

In other words, is unrealized potential the same as losing that potential?

In productivity terms yes. Take that elusive mass delusion known as money. If I earn dollars, in a given amount of time, but could have earned more dollars, in the same amount of time, I actually lost dollars. The same goes for non-monetary matters.

For example: If I could sit under an oak tree, and ponder the lack of meaning in the universe without a point of view or apparatus with which to measure meaning, for 4 hours, but could have sat there for 8 hours, I lost 4 hours of pondering time.

So there is something to be said for not only realizing we are in the now, and now is the only time (pun intended) to do it, but to do it fast as well. To maximize….whatever it is.

Whatever, whatever, I do what I want.

In Loving Memory of Chewy

Chewy Freemire

I’m awaiting moderation, no actually I’m not. But the thing is is that the thing is and the irony here is my favorite double meaning situation, where the true meaning lies in the perception of the meaning, as in all meaning, or lack of meaning as nothing has meaning. So the phrase makes me laugh. I’m awaiting moderation, to be moderate, not to be moderated.

Nived inspired me to write this up after a sweet conversation about the differences between self consciousness and insecurity.

First the definitions: self conscious and insecurity.

The answer is pretty obvious. But I’d like to clarify one thing, our discussion of self conscious referred to awareness of others observing one, not awareness of self. I see myself, and my life, as something else. . . . .Off Every Day

As for lack of confidence, is that a part of being aware of others observing one? No. More than ever, despite my own insecurities (pun intended) about the topic, I know that, no, being self conscious does not in and of itself indicate a lack of confidence.

What it could indicate, is vanity, not necessarily but there is a chance. Of course, being self referral, did I say that? nope, yeah, so being self referral I wouldn’t agree that self conscious people are also automatically to be assumed to be insecure, this can occur simultaneously, in fact I would say that insecure people are self conscious, but not a given the other way around.

Where does this all lead?

Nowhere

Do you ever feel pain when listening to John Lennon? How weird is that? What kind of phenomena is this when an unknown human being, personally, creates music (freaky enough as it is), dies at 40 and then I feel pain when I listen to this music?

As Dingo boy would say, get over it.

But still. Even after all these years, I miss John Lennon.

The human condition is such a pain. Pathetic.

April has been a lean month for expostulating on the meaninglessness of reality, or lack thereof.

I dig movies, why, I don’t know.

Acting has been freaking me out lately however, because as Marlon Brando pointed out, it is professional lying. Actors don’t act real at all, they act like people act in movies. Wow, they were good, I really believed. However, if you study the thing, real life is never like a movie, and I don’t mean the suspension of disbelief angle, I mean just how people behave.

Acting is surreal and freaky, and very entertaining. We can live vicariously through our famous actors who sacrifice so much to entertain, their identities, their sense of self and their sense of proportion.

I would be a really crappy actor.

My idea inspired by Michael Freemire.

Quantum physics or mechanics. Atomic level reality. Interconnectedness. Nothing really exists without the apparatus that defines it. Things aren’t real, no thing is real. (And nothing to get hung about. John Lennon, Strawberry Fields Forever) The nature of reality.

As I ponder some of the revelatory modern thinking coming out of the physics arena I still can’t help but look out my door and see the world. There it is, solid, real, and apparently consistent.

The irony of this is that physically speaking there is no physical, philosophically speaking the is is what you want it to be yet we all agree the sky is blue and the sun is yellow. I dealt with that quandary in the classic Devin Castles favorite Is the sun green? by Off Every Day. Yes, we all perceive differently. Yes, the sun may in fact be green, or are we all color blind?

Here is what I am getting at, if we all create our own reality, yet we are all interconnected, yet we are all individual, yet we all agree on the same reality, yet we all create our own reality, you see where I am going, the dichotomy of that thinking becomes nearly hypocritical and rationalistic. Get on with it. Live life. Ponder later.

I look up, raindrop in my eye.