Living is a lie, a denial of all the infinite years of oblivion before we were born and after our death.
We pretend we matter to a degree, but we are just social instruments to the creatures around us and vessels for reproduction.
It sounds so hollow. I know. Like we are used in a sense.
But that’s how it works. We give. We take. We use. We get used.
And then we don’t exist.
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Some say that a sort of immortality exists in us in that our character, our human traits, will continue on in human offspring.
I say it takes a certain degree of selfishness to make offspring- yes, and love them wholeheartedly- and KNOW that they will go through the same soul-eating shit that you did. Wrenching loneliness. Empty isolation. Eventual realisation that we are all going to die.
And then after a lifetime of going through worries and issues and shit, die.
And throughout that lifetime, they are bound by the womb that they emerged from and social conventional rules, forever trapped within their own singular perception of the world.
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Would you rather eat ice-cream-flavoured shit or shit-flavoured ice cream?
Hope is rather like the former. To me at least.
Reality is the latter.
To me at least.
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By the way, I’m taking as we speak the most delicious combination of:
-chilled passion fruit and apple cider
-gravol
The cider is so delectably sweet.
The pill will possibly have a heightened effect.
i just hope I don’t see spiders on walls.
im already feeling drowsy.
good night
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Shit flavoured Ice Cream sounds delicous.
Have you tried the Earwax/dust/shit flavoured JellyBelly? Food flavourings can be pretty realistic these days.
I’ve always wondered how they do that! Every play the jelly bean game Bean Boozeled? It’s sick. Say you get a black jelly bean, some black ones will taste like your typical black licorice and some taste like the smell of skunk spray and it’s so realistic it’s crazy! And disgusting. They actually tell you to have a vomit bucket handy. Not kidding.
And yet we want it to be something more. Which is at least interesting.
Hmm… that is interesting. The feeling, I mean. Rationally it is still the same.
And that is why they say emotions are stronger than logic
Yes, ‘reason is the slave of the passions.’ Which is why I’ve never been able to place all of my trust in my rationality, as convincing as it often seems. Motivated reasoning is always a possibility.
Yeah, I’m all for the shit flavored ice cream because you know it’s still ice cream. Can’t be worse than pistachio.
Yes, biologically we are reproduction machines. Doesn’t mean it’s fated for the individual. And, yes, we all have SPIRIT CANCER, but, like you said; do you want to be a person with SPIRIT CANCER or do you want to be a SPIRIT CANCER person?
Wait. That didn’t work. Never mind.
I think it’s fundamentally misleading to think of non-existence as sleep. Good metaphor, but for people like us, I think we should be more straight up about terminology.
Alan Watts and Carl Sagan both had sayings about how we are the vessels that allows the universe/cosmos to perceive itself. On one level it is a meaningless statement, but to me and others it’s a fucking great way of thinking about our purpose. So I’m sticking with that. I’m learning to be a motherfucking wiz at perceiving the universe. I’m going to force myself into situations I have no experience with so that my perceptions are fresh and whacky! Then I’m going to reprocess my perceptions by writing about them. Then I’m going to perceive people perceiving my words and charge them a dollar or brief sexual congress depending upon the placement of hair on their bodies.
And one day I’m going to stop being me and turn into fertilizer. How boring.
You really should write a book:
It’s Fucked: The World According to SeeSmith
I’d buy it and I think it would be a best seller too.
Wharst turtle ever. You need to sell the sizzle.
Fucktronics: Dealing with Epic World Fuckery while Keeping Your Head.
Well it’s YOUR book after all. 🙂
C’mon straighten some of these kids out…. their parents are killing them!
And it should be taught in schools along with reading and writing.
Consciousness is a funny thing, isn’t it? The less you have the more you want, the more you have the less you want. In a cosmic sense it wouldn’t make much of a difference if we found the cure to cancer tomorrow or if that giant meteor we’ve all been waiting for finally hits Earth; all the meaning in our lives is manufactured. The things that matter to us only matter to us because we want them to.
Yeah, I was out tonight, and Im thinking these people I passed were like the Sims. I know we gotta work to exist and to support our families if we got em, but it just seems so mundane to me now.