Awareness

A few things that we all must be aware of.

1) All that can be thought has been thought.

2) Thus there can be no new thought.

3) Since there can be no new thought, there can be no new solution.

4) Since there can be no solution, it really is pointless to strive.

5) What can be achieved by working?

Should I be proud that I can “expect to live to be 70?” The universe is a fucking 15 billion years old atleast. So thats like 5E-9 a fraction of the universe’s age. So eventually what is the point. A surgeon would prolong a man’s life by a fucking year and think he has committed a miracle. A policeman would catch a criminal and get promoted. A judge would order a terrorist to be killed and he would be fed sweets. What have we achieved? What is the meaning of development. Roads are smoother, and we have the internet. So I can blog, earlier I would have wrote this on a parchment over my life and tried to sell it to some rich king, who by the way could never comprehend it. Now I want to write a book, that no one could read. Despite all the development, my ambition is as unsatiated as it has always been. How much longer must I wait? How much more longer?

Eventually I have realised, that I cannot hope to teach, for a) I donot know what words to use, and in what number. b) I do not know what precise meanings are attatched to each word as I am delivering it. c) my message is thus already lost in transmission.

Thus I try to understand, to uncover as it may, for posterity all that I could. Things have improved, but to see that we have to look at like a million years at the same time. That too in a remote almost ignorably small, negligible region of the universe. Although it is also true that we have no plans/ambitions in the near future to try to “develop” atleast our galaxy, or even our solar system, even the fucking moon is out of grasp and we are hanging on to it by fingernails. Eventually millions of years from now, Explorer, reduced to space junk, would find civilization again. Unfortunately, it would be us it finds.

My point being, development by itself is meaningless. What is achieved by driving a Ferrari, that can’t be achieved by walking? Does it bend the space time continuum, does it tear open a fucking wormhole? Is it even a measly time machine? It takes lesser time and more petrol(fuel). Are we blind? It takes lesser time, it is argued again, this time more forcefully. Not less enough.

The problem being that it is a compromise.

Witchcraft is supposed to involve toad legs and crow eyes, we read about it and laugh how funny. Eventually, we read the story at night on a car. The car is moving. It uses petrol as fuel. Petrol is a hydrocabon. It is made by the decomposed, distilled remains of creatures that died millions of years old. Thus all engineering is witchcraft, only our toadstools are somewhat better cooked.

And fractionally distilled.

I do not really get humor anymore.