Still Figuring

Look at me keeping promises to myself…

It’s tomorrow and I am indeed back. I can’t pick up from my last thought. I’ve had too many since. I did re-read my last post and I was very impressed. It was very insightful. It is a sign of growth that I can acknowledge that. I would usually still be harping on that missing ‘at’ in there. 

But back to the meaning of life and our purpose. Even as I see being a writer as my purpose, I know that is the method and not the madness. My purpose is to make the world better. I believe that is all of our purpose. To find ways to make the world better. That seems like a lofty thing for a singular person and yet shouldn’t we be reaching above? Shoot for the stars and hit the moon? I feel we’ll get better results trying to be our best than making excuses for why we can’t. I am just being introduced to fact that my life is mine to map. I’ve been trying to meet expectations my whole life. Not my own. I don’t know, somebody’s. Probably somebody not even alive anymore. I have at least one habit established way before my lifetime. I am carrying the ghosts of decisions from a world that no longer exists. That’s how humans have decided to be.

I realize that humans have remade the world for our own supremacy. Granting ourselves dominion over the world and beings that we did not make. We have created systems and rules and ways and definitions and decided what is what in this world we did not make. But I am also aware that there is no one world. Not even in the sense of the multiverse. I mean in the sense that we each view the world differently. We come from different cultures, different customs, different systems of belief. We have common understandings which are a feature of general education. Often similar, yet in different tongues and understandings. Those who learn learn some form of alphabet. There is some term for the color of the sky. There is some attempt to determine what we are supposed to do. There are so many forms of conditioning in order to defy the fact that we are animals. It doesn’t matter that we speak languages that we understand and that we have become an invasive species about the world, we’re still animals. We are a part of the animal kingdom. We share common ancestors with the other apes, which is why our DNA is so similar. We have put ourselves and the ways in which we do things on a pedestal. We have decided that we are the best at life because there are so many of us and we believe that we are the most important beings in this world. We are more important than the polar bears. More important than sharks. More important than jellyfish, even the ones that are effectively immortal. Alligators stopped evolving practically 500,000 years ago. Trees are still effectively trees and will continue to tree, if they can survive us. The world will. Humans will not destroy the Earth. This Earth was here before us and it has survived worse. It is the epitome of human arrogance that we think we can destroy the world. We don’t need to worry about the world; we need to worry about humanity. If the octopus come out of the ocean, we’re through. They’re building cities and have formed what I hope is a mutualistic relationship with fish. I’m not going to suggest they’re enslaving them. I don’t know that anything else on this planet enslaves. 

Individual purpose within the consciousness of our collective destiny as living beings is strange to determine. Should I be so bold to think I can change the world? Should I be so disrespectful of my life and how I came by it that I believe that I am here for no reason? Am I a mistake? Surely not. Am I an accident? That seems unlikely. Am I a placeholder? For what? Nah! Am I just here to keep things the way they’ve been? No. Time is also alive. Nothing remains the same. Evolution is inevitable, no matter how hard you try to fight it. You can only hold things back long enough for it to be catastrophic by the time you are forced to adapt to the times that will change whether you like it or not. You call and talk to AI. AI which cannot think. Only regurgitate the thoughts of others. Meanwhile along with 8 Billion humans and an innumerable number of other living beings, I now have to compete with what is effectively the wet dream of people will too much who want to do no work, but get the majority of the money. AI, the employee you don’t have to pay; another barrier between you and wretched work. 

But what is my work? Do I live in accordance to now or do I create a new future through innovation? I find myself with ever more questions. From where shall my answers come? We’ll keep pondering that next time on the wonderings of K…K’s musings…I’m still workshop names. Til next time (hopefully tomorrow, but we’ll see)…