Life- Intro of my book
- 06.12.2009
- Categorized in: School of Thought
I keep hearing how cruel everything in nature is and how life is about perpetuating species and surviving. I keep hearing how human psychology is governed by instincts, the ultimate one being to breed and continue the species. I see all knowing scientists talk about the universe as if they built it themselves. I see priests and all sorts of people of all ages talk about god creating life. Yet there is something that I felt is missing about all this struggle for life, its purpose. My answer is simple, and its just a prelude to all the question that follow, in essence, this work.
The purpose of life is not to perpetuate itself, but to harness its goods. Life brings along spikes of individuality, humanity being its most productive branch. The purpose of life itself is to breed observers, for nothing exists without someone to observe it. Existence is relative too. Universe itself would not mean anything without something to witness its greatness.
Unlike anything else, we, living beings observe things even if not influenced by them. We learn, we see events happen, we decide and change things, we imagine, we create, we are unlike anything else. We are the jewel of the universe, an independent system working within a larger system. We are a world within a world, that causes everything to exist and make sense. Ever thought about how we actually see things? Take for example vision. Light reflects from objects around us and is received by our eyes then interpreted by the brain. Same happens with sounds captured by the ears, touch, smells and all that we can define as normal or not so normal senses. They all take a part of information from the surroundings and complete the rest. We actually create the world around us within our mind every time we look at it, when we touch things or when we collect any information about something. In fact, ideas and thoughts, mental processes about something are also a form of scouting the wast universe, of seeing it. From plants to insects, to animals, to simple people , to high end researchers and philosophers , anything that is living acts like a sensor, an eye of the universe to see itself and confirm its existence.
Memories are what keeps gods alive and artists legends. Our mind can give power to systems outside it, simply by creating them inside it. Even if the applications and implications of such theories are amazing, and I am not shy to share them, they are nothing without understanding the mechanism behind.
Every system follows a rule, this rule is what i will try to describe. Science alone is as incomplete as art. Some managed to find this rule in science and rigorous formulas, some did it in art, but most found it in religion. Only when both work together can something complete be achieved.
Each category of people was blinded by something. Scientists are limited by their strict and incomplete rules. Most of all science is blinded by its fear not to become irrational and by its silent competition with ways based on intuition and considered non-scientific. Artists are misguided by their ability to invent new worlds and imagine things that are not there. The creative power is often a light, but light if its to bright it will blind you instead of showing you the way. Religious people were once close to the meaning but knowledge means power and such power was ingeniously taken away from religion. Religion means following of existing ways not research of new ones, so regardless of how right the way is, it will never step further. It requires a special kind of person to use art, science or religion as a slingshot to take him to further levels of understanding, to break the limits of each of these categories.
My ways are my own and they are not scientific , not artistic and not religious. I do not have science as a background , I am not an artist in the common understanding of the word and I do not have a religion or such aims. So, none of these act as a slingshot to make me research for more about this world. Since this is not a biography, my ways, my reasons and my sources are irrelevant and they remain a puzzle hidden in plain sight, for none can answer a simple question.. what's a Mur.
Life is a single dot on the circle of the universe, a gate, an observer.
Putting inside jokes in the texts can be of use, but can also mislead the reader.
And if you happen to be there at the time, the answer is easy once again: "He/That is"
The rest of the time it can be rather more complicated >.>
Essentially if we were to unravel all of the things of art, science and religion and jumble them up and throw them back together randomly would we not have a Mur? Perhaps.
Then Life is not either unjust or just, ordered or chaotic, happy or sad, it is all things at all times since when all is pulled together the peoples are all things, we just choose to experience or observe particular aspects of what surrounds us.
When or if a rule or rules can be made that pull together all that is then we might be able to decipher what might be and what has been, but until then we live for our experience. An experience our own making, whether it be poverty or riches, struggle or ease, sadness or hope. Importantly we play this out in the realm of MD and our everyday lives. We observe the environment and make our reactions to it and choose what happens next by what we focus on.
Yet I fear I ramble suffice to say that a Mur lives in me and outside of me and simply is.