The Only Thing That Matters

I wanted to take a moment to expand upon my beliefs of foundation and its ultimate, absolute importance regarding…literally everything.  It sounds like an enormously arrogant claim, to believe one thing to be of greater import than all else so strongly, but I hope to explain my stance a little through a series of ramblings.

Ironically, I begin this ‘thought tour’ (?), not at the root of foundation, but at the canopy of action and the branches of intent.  Trees are awesome.

Without healthy branches, or proper intent in this case, our actions, the leaves, are unable to support or sustain themselves.  The impact, or value, of our actions is directly related to the value of our intent.  Likewise, without a solid foundation, or root network, the whole system collapses.  Likewise, likewise … if a disease infects a tree at its roots, it’s only a matter of time before its affects are manifested in the quality of its leaves…  but I grow tired of plants, on to how this works logically.

The foundation of my entire stance in this regard is based on the acceptance of the following premises:

1.) All normally functioning people possess beliefs.
2.) There are always innumerable quantities of these beliefs.
3.) Without careful consideration of the foundation of these beliefs, coupled with frequent reassessment of one’s belief network, contradictions necessarily will arise.

I have to stress, I use the term ‘belief’ here, not in any religious context, but as a method to describe any established perception or opinion on… anything at all.

I genuinely believe my first two premises are without question, and if there is any conflict there, please by all means speak up.  The third may require a little insight:

This is where things may get a little biblical – not because it’s my intent to attack theology, but because it’s a topic on which I am educated and examples most easily spring to mind.  Examples of belief contradiction are so rife in religious context due to the extreme nature of religious belief.  In terms of belief networks and foundations of action, religion can be seen as the bottom line in the eyes of many who have adopted it.  That being said, tattoos and clothing meant to celebrate religious expression LITERALLY fly in the face of religious doctrine:

Leviticus 19:19 reads: “…nor wear a garment upon you of two kinds of material mixed together”
Leviticus 19:28 states: “‘You shall not make any cuts in your body for the dead nor make any tattoo marks on yourselves: I am the LORD.

I’m not sparking a debate about the existence of God, but devoting one’s life to something is objectively cheapened when obvious conflict exists between action and foundation of belief.  The cute cross tattoo you got isn’t cute when it drives cracks into the very belief structure you model your life around.  This idea is pervasive and can be applied to ANY belief network.  If one holds beliefs simultaneously that are contradictory in nature, conclusions, actions and intent -derivative of those contradictions- lose any potential value.  The actions/results themselves may garner circumstantial value, but they themselves are worthless, as they are based on worthless premises.

The ultimate conclusion I reach through all of this is that:

Truth, such as it is defined as the ACTUAL reality of a given thing, is the only concept which possesses intrinsic value as all other rational, non-contradictory concepts must be a derivative of truth, and thus also derive their value from it.

A comprehensive understanding of a given truth begets a solid foundation of belief and weeds out contradiction.  Belief networks, and resultant actions/intents/purposes, only retain value when they are derivative of a ‘truth’.  This is what I’m calling derivative value.

If every decision you make in life is ultimately founded on shaky, unreliable, belief mined garbage..how can you expect to stand up straight?

AND NOW FOR LUNCH

Eq’s Shower Philosophy

The frequency with which these are posted, will be determined by interesting content… not by the build up of flies around me, necessitating another shower.  I promise I shower more frequently than these posts.  That being said, a brief lead up:

This morning, once my eyes gave in to my mind and opened, I asked My Heart,

“What is it you can be certain of?”

To which was replied “I’m certain I love you, and that you love me”.  As good a start to the day as any.  When my question was directed back at me I of course replied “My own existence.”, without missing a beat like the classy, philosophical, fucker that I am.

My shoulder still hurts.

The idea that I’m expressing here, is Solipsism, and to those of you who didn’t waste thousands of dollars and years of your life listening to old people talk, here’s a link:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solipsism

If we allow the train of thought to stop in other parts of the world for a moment, we’re afforded the consideration of certain Buddhist teachings.  On a very rudimentary level Buddhism teaches that we exist only as a amalgamate of 5 aggregates.

The crib notes version is that no ‘self’ exists beyond the following:

Form/Matter
Sensation
Perception
Mental Formations
Consciousness

Consideration of these two teachings this morning lead contradiction to sting my mind as soap stung my eyes.

Descartes would argue that all five of those aggregates exist as uncertainties, and that the only certainty can be found in the existence of SOMETHING upon or by which those aggregates are being enacted.  Buddhism seems less concerned about certainty and more concerned by an acceptance of a lack there of.

My take on certainty is a mixed bag.  I believe without an infallible foundation of belief that everything else loses value.  Without this foundation, intent becomes chance.  All thoughts or actions based on false premises or foundations terminally lose value.  Chance isn’t to be respected.  Appreciated perhaps, but not respected.

The catch to my personal line of thinking of course, is that uncertainty does not necessarily beget an unstable foundation of belief.  Thoughts and actions based on an understanding of uncertainty and a relinquishment of expectation, RETAIN VALUE.

As I write this I’m beginning to derive the idea that self exists not as an amalgamation of aggregates, or as an undefined being these attributes are all applicable to, but as an archive of retained value.  It seems intuitive to say we exist as a tally of our past actions.  The good, the bad, it all makes up who we are as people.  Why not extrapolate this idea to the metaphysical?

Only question now is.. ‘Where’s my towel?’, this chair is utterly soaked.

Eq’s Shower Philosophy

This may not be the best topic on which to start something like this… but I don’t control what goes through my mind most times.

Any time I shower, I get bored.  No ill implication toward my girlfriend, I must clarify.  There’s simply very little stimulation standing in a glass box for 20 minutes.  That being said, my mind wanders and my aforementioned girlfriend is convinced others might find interest in where.

I say this is likely not the best of topics, because I really drew no conclusion today.  I posited the following question:

“If aliens came to Earth, peacefully, proving the existence of life beyond Earth, Jesus came to Earth, and displayed, irrefutable proof that he was in fact the son of God, AND a prominent, influential World Leader was assassinated all in the same day, what would be covered on the 6 o’clock news?”

Just a question this time around.  I’m sure deeper ideas and thought experiments will transpire…but what can you really expect from 6am shower-time?

Very little indeed.

Home Sweet Home

My initial impressions of my hometown were that a great deal has changed.  The city has grown.

Time actually spent there has offered my impressions much needed clarity.  The soul of the city is the same as it’s ever been.  That is to say, there’s a relaxed air blanketing a poorly hidden turmoil.  I’m reminded why I left.

New buildings change a city, about as much as new trees change a forest.

I’m home now, and I am glad to be.

Blur of the Dotted White Line

Four Hundred and Sixty Two kilometers later and I’m reminded of all the reasons I chose to fly in the past.

That being said, I was reminded of all the things I loved about similar excursions as a child as well.  Not once did I find myself looking towards the clock to urge the passage of time.

And in today’s Ritalin riddled world.. I think that means something.

20 minutes after arriving, I had to excuse myself to cry.  I’m not sure what came over me.  I missed my grandfather.  I found myself feeling his loneliness, surrounded by his life.

Not an affect I was expecting to battle.

I sleep early tonight, who knows what tomorrow may bring.