For alas one day even my dear Silvi will be dead
I am eternally happy for alas my dear Silvi will live forever
my mom is happy with a found again John Cardina, now playing old guitar songs in the living room. They will be forever happy because they will live forever.
Singing the same old damn songs.
For alas one day even my dear Silvi will be dead
my mom is happy with a found again John Cardina. These two play guitar songs that hail the passage of their years— drawn together because they know life is limited.
I hope they continue to sing for many years to come. They will be sad at the other’s passing.
Many people devote their lives to something, they can say they think something is the most important. Later in life they’ll for example, get married, then begin to optimize only on happiness. Is this a joke? Do people just stop caring about the universe after a certain point? Is it a fucking joke that people don’t actually believe what they’re doing must change the universe entirely?
How about for me? Shall I laze off to focus on my own personal contentment — Never! Let me off of this damn wagon if it’s the way I will live my life!
Do people care about things or about projects out of loneliness? The only people I see not doing this are labeled “fanatics.”
I have a problem, as I seem to be trapped in a paradox. I believe morals, love, philosophy, curiosity, exploration, bravery— all to be the greatest good for human kind: I believe it’s the best thing in the world that humans embark on their journey for the discovery of their self meaning. Simultaneously, I recognize that life is short, that just as the ones I love amongst me, I will die, and that one day I will need to find what makes me happy just for what I am.
What is it that makes me happy just for what I am? I’m sure of it— it’s enabling people to feel happy just for what they are.
There’s a big problem with this plan though. There seem to be only three outcomes for humankind. Either humanity will destroy itself, or the universe will destroy humanity, or, least likely, humanity clever as it is, finds some means of avoiding the other two circumstances.
What am I to do then? Knowing that this ship is going down means I just can’t fucking sit here. I’ve got to help others do the same. Otherwise why not just die now?
Our ship is going down, that’ll be the end of us. The end of conscious thought in our part of the universe.
We have to get out. We have to get out. That’s what I’m shouting.
We’ve started to overly appreciate moral relativism in the United States and Western world. Anyone who feels overly strong about their philosophy is either labeled religious, or plain simply cray cray.
People can and should love others.
I’m pissed because I can’t think of much that separates me from either true believer or a fanatical nutcase. I just want humanity to live lives that enable them to find their personal meaning forever.
I believe doing one of several things for one of several motivations advances humanity:
Work on getting people living on other parts of the universe, for mitigation of the risk of localized destruction.
Work on investigating the fabric of our universe, that we might find some way of organizing energy to persist any universal destruction.
Work on persisting humanity, that we may exist without the bonds that tie us to physical matter.
Work to ensure ensure local peace and tranquility, that the world may exist in a state that enables any person to feel they are able to discover their own greatest good.
Stay human. Love. Have morals. Help those around you live lives where they can figure out what’s important. Prevent others from stomping on people’s ability to discover their selves.
Let this note serve as a reminder in case I ever change my mind on the order of importance in the world.
I am not a tragic hero. I will not suffer my whole life such that others will live well— that’s not what I want. I also will not live for happiness so that others will suffer— that’s definitely not what I’d want either.
We must instead equip all of humanity for their journey up into higher levels of being— at a rate that will doubtlessly end in humanism, the act of self discovery, existing above the constellations in permanence.
I don’t quite understand what this would mean.
Still I love my Silvi and wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world. Except perhaps all human transcendence.
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