Noise in the broadcast
Why being authentic may not increase your chances (to be understood).
“Tell the truth and don’t get angry.” — Dronacharya, Mahabharata
Always when I reach out and talk to people about anything concerning spirituality, I’m left wondering: “Did I get the point across? Maybe next time I should dance it, or send smoke signals. Or everything together.”
It happens all the time, when I communicate, but talking about spirituality makes it really stand out, since it is probably not quite possible to describe a system using only one of its subsystems. Also what’s more important, talking and imagination are already just one slice of total experience, that’s trying to get conveyed.
Personal meanings basically go lost in translation — the real Babylon.
Maybe that is the reason, authenticity is such a hot topic nowadays. After all, authentic arrogant asshole is really unmistakable. At least one knows, where one stands.
But what actually is authenticity, I wonder. Are we talking about the inborn “animality” (you know — sleep, eat, fuck, and play)? Are we talking about all these elaborate behavior patterns, that were basically pounded into us? Are we talking about the ideas that picked our interest probably due to their imagined difference, we thought, we didn’t tasted at the time? Where is it hidden? In new combinations of past fragments, creating “innovation”? In things we identify with? In our overall “individuality”?
When we strip all inherited and collected influences, we are left naked. Just empty vessels intended for perceiving and recording the particulars of the great adventure called Universe.
Authenticity, or sincerity as I like to call it, then seems simply as the most efficient way to exchange information about our surroundings. And yet, no matter what we do, or say, or otherwise express, everyone tuned to our frequency will receive a custom, tailor-made message, sometimes wildly different from the one in our view, nevertheless exactly to the point.
So, in the end I don’t bother to worry. If I know, I done the best I could, I have no reason for remorse. The rest is not my business.
This I call a perfect information system.