Today was a serious holiday. 4:20 is a date that many folks mark on their calendars (if they even have them) and eagerly await. Especially in the world of college students, the importance of 4:20 is greatly exaggerated to perhaps compete with birthdays and Halloween. Providing an easy connection to other people, getting high also connects people to the world in a way that is fake, but new. Any new experience fosters learning and an altered state of mind sometime works wonders for new interactions with old ideas and understandings of how everything interacts. Love is a many splendid thing. But, (and I don't think that seriously considering what Tony Prichard says and possibly using it as an outline is such a ridiculous thing) apparently it's just two. Sentiment is something entirely made up. Being caught up in love or some premature form of it is very easy, but also very easy to avoid. Earlier today, I had a discussion about the fact that guilt is not real but it was difficult to think of a positive counter to this, and infatuation is the perfect example. I am always wanting to say that what is real anything that we cannot control. It seems that anything we can control is quickly morphed from its original state to something "bigger and better" or more enjoyable or beneficial. The ideas that "real" is defined by control includes many emotions, excludes life itself, includes tigers, excludes tigers, includes state of mind, excludes radios. This is a vague, time consuming system that doesn't guarantee a decisive conclusion. Sex is physical gratification and many a splendid thing. I feel like it is a funny thing that it is so tied into the complex we think of as love. Biologically, most mammals, including humans, are made to practice polygamy. Love cannot be defined which leads to all of the crazy extreme things associated with it. And to chick flicks, and to Disney movies, and to assumptions and overcommitment and loss of identity and heartbreak. Yet all of these things are illusions. I think that love is not real in the sense that we can control it. Interpreting a relationship as love is what defines it. Not what the actual relationship is like. If anything is an example of current mythology, it is love. But it provokes in me thoughts about alterity and my altered state of being. Shadows are discussed somewhere in the beginning of Radical Alterity and are, very much like love, a tangible example of something that may or may not make us an other and may or may not be an other. Is my shadow part of me and does it make me bigger? It seems that affecting my environment would change my size.
The guy in The Diamond Age feels no love. Just ego that he's constantly striving for. Love is a myth that lives on from the past in the form of sex and simulated caring, shown by bringing the occasional gift to your woman, motivate by the desire to appear in love. What's interesting is that love can factually exclude ego but seems to include all else. In a completely dark room, completely silent, but in love, would I as a being be larger than I would be without love? Interaction with your environment is the only tangible thing that results from life. Creation, thoughts, and emotions are all a result of where and when life occurs and the world that we exist in now is interpreted in so many ways, that I am also making the world bigger in time and in effect. Every experience I have adds to Earth's repertoire and increases its size. What can be questioned today is whether or not there is a more efficient, super way of experiencing the earth that increases the size of yourself and the world. Perhaps on this day, people are having twice the experience they would have if sober. Walking on a path sober, I would interpret that experience as closely to reality as I could. Strolling when high, am I not still having that real experience I would have had before, but experiencing it twice? Once in my body in reality, once in my altered interpretation of it. This is always applicable due to the lapse in time created by our brain's inability to interpret things exactly when they happen. (I just referred to all of man kind having a collective brain. Somehow I feel that is very wrong). But inebriation brings it even more in focus that our experiences are nothing like reality.
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