In the many years that have gone by, in the ways of understanding oblivion, I have learned a lesson. For a while, I had forgotten how to learn. Life, itself a fascinating journey, is this lesson. Tempt fate and you’ve earned your own contempt.
We feel it necessary to instruct those around us because we cannot suffer the ignorance of others, we despise the particular weakness that we ALL are vulnerable to and wish for a cessation of the frailty within ourselves that seems to make us all less than we’d wish to be. Still, most people somehow imagine themselves as stronger, better, faster, smarter than they are. Many hold a form of Faith up as a shield against any contradictory evidence.
The childhood I’d endured was a confusing, contradictory mess, regarding my religious upbringing. My mother’s family were devout Roman Catholics and my father’s family were Mormons. It played merry Hell with my ethics and value system to be raised like this, believing that pushing your beliefs on others was wrong from my Mormon upbringing, but having the supernatural ability to inflict crippling guilt on others as a legacy of my mother’s Catholicism.
There was so much weight on either side, it was no wonder the yoke split down the middle and I was freed. If you were to ask if there existed within me the belief in a Christian omnipotence, my reluctance is easily on display. I’ve always held to the “If he’s omnipotent, why all the child molesters?” point of view. He should be held accountable for those sick fucks. To clarify, not so much the belief in God as a belief and custodianship of Good.
Reason has it’s place, as does emotion, but an amalgamation of the two finds just the right resonance with me. Killing a bunch of people tends to make you a little bit more autonomous, vis a vis the disposition of your soul. You know who saved me when I was badly injured? The medic, not the chaplain. Chew on that, religious types.
I will not allow, by action or inaction, the vile debasement or physical abuse of a child or woman in my presence. I will not kill an innocent person for the sake of “convenience,” even if it would jeopardize a mission. I will torture and kill, if necessary, anyone that poses a substantial physical threat to my friends, family and country. Verbal abuse is ineffective against me, and it is not worth hurting someone physically because they said some words to me that I didn’t care for. I break rules all the time, but not laws. If I can help someone learn something, it is my duty to teach them. Ignorance and stupidity, though not quite the same thing, should be corrected, if it would cause no harm to do so. Don’t treat people like objects or give objects the respect you give to people. Suffer not the witch to live.
These are the core tenets of my personal belief system. Except that last one. I think people that believe they have magic are ridiculous and hilarious at the same time. The only true magic out in the world is the province of Nature: sunsets, flowers opening, a dog’s affection for you. Boobs. The great mysteries of life, not some hippie cha cha’ing around a tree in her squirrel covers, but if that’s what they want to believe, it has nothing to do with me.
More than anything else, I really think it should be a community service to correct ignorance. It is epidemic.
The ignorance we all suffer from is not an affliction born of suffering, greed or sloth. The innocently naive are exactly that, innocent, and it is the inherent state of humanity to be ignorant. Ignorance is nothing to be overly ashamed of. Your lack of knowledge most often stems from the fact that you don’t know what it is you don’t know. The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence, to quote an idiot I saw on TV once. There are known knowns, known unknowns and unknown unknowns. Who knew Rumsfeld was a master of the koan? If you are politically connected and you shoot a colleague in the face in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does he make a sound?
It seems that ignorance is a lot like the state of servitude. To be unaware is to be slave to the world. Furthermore, by allowing yourself to be deceived, you have become slave to another. So much can be read into that, and into the indisputable fact that we’d hate so much more to be servant to another. The latter, deception, is morally repugnant. Where and why is the line drawn? Within which sovereign temple can we secret away the sacrosanct and crucial feeling of freedom, and within what part of us is that temple?
The heart is a traitorous machine. In its walls, nothing can be either secret or sacred. It will fountain information to whomever it loves, or just to feel that much more important. When was the last time you told someone that you are free? Try it. If you really are free, I mean to say. There is an elation within your heart that comes from the simple truth that you can share this with someone and they will understand it. The heart is no forum to debate slavery, not by any stretch of the imagination.
Would it be the mind? Would it not be better to hold freedom as an intriguing article worth pondering? I think not. Everything can be reasoned out. With time, even your own slavery can become the right thing, if you can find the rationale for it.
Perhaps your own soul can provide a refuge. We use our souls to help make decisions. It is the conscience, it is the voice within that passes judgment on an act of infamy, the ruiner of sleep, the awarder of pride. I believe it is the soul’s domain to find parity with your own faults.
Suppose that ignorance, true unawareness is not necessarily a bad thing. It just is another obstacle in life that shares affinity with every other evolution connected to your growth. Teeth need to grow before you can eat meat, you must learn to balance before you can walk. Without these basic improvements, these impediments that have to be overcome, we are not able to use the word “human” to describe ourselves. We are no better than any other animal until we take further obligatory steps for MENTAL growth. It’s not your fault, Will.
As an aside, I’d like to point out that I recognize the satire of my derision of ignorance, as I’m of an age where I shouldn’t be in community college, and just know this stuff already. Whom would you think more knowledgeable on the dangers of an unraised consciousness? Few are as qualified to speak of falling as much as the one fitting the imprint in the dirt. I recognize my flaws, and some of them, I will even admit to embracing. I am not very good at being a hero, and my willingness to sacrifice so much for others betrays a need for myself to be saved.
Now, back to the point I was making.
It is essentially Evil to be Apathetic (situationally ignorant) to the existence of another person’s divinity. It is vital to point out the worth of someone you care for, to dispel the illusion that you think nothing of them, except where it suits your own needs.
Do you truly understand the mechanics of Empathy? This is where we can easily see the work of one’s soul. Cherish your soul. Why do you think ancient Christian times held it to be worth so damned much? The only thing you could sell to the Devil was your soul. He wouldn’t take a hand, or a heart. Lucifer wanted nothing less than a soul, and for this, he would grant you a kingdom. Anything at all for the immaterial currency of your anima.
The psyche was important to him because all angels possess none. As vile as Satan is, we must remember that his first incarnation was First of all Hosts. Ironic that even the basest of human beings, the foulest of our society bearing not even the rudest concept of honor, compassion, humility, these “people” have a soul, and yet while they are soldiers of celestial armies, divinity in and of themselves, angels possess no souls.
In these modern times, the soul has become less important to us. Many hold it in mild contempt and consider it to be firmly categorized as a cultural fiction, but this is a point I strongly disagree with. As a collective, humanity is defined by the soul. The difference between us and animal is anima. A dog knows no guilt for committing a crime, and his hangdog expression is one born from fear of punishment. There is no difference, in the animal kingdom, between taking what belongs to you and taking by force.
The soul is the part which says, “This I will not do, for it is wrong.” It says as well, “I have been wronged, now I shall revenge!” Nearly all of our rationalizations are passed through the filter we call the soul, and it is the size of the holes in our filter that decide what we will accept, what we are capable of, what we are made of. How we see things.
If someone does evil, how much of that was done in homage to one of the seven deadly sins? A good gauge of just how much inherent evil there is, in any act or deed, comes from the soul. What one will suffer quietly, another will retaliate violently for. By naming something you have done and continue to do as evil, you set a precedent that every following endeavor will be judged against. A person that kills for money would have little trouble rationalizing slapping someone for money as a small kindness. If you would cheat on a lover chronically, then a kiss is such a small thing as to be beneath your notice. This ties in with my further statements on ignorance and deception.
Many of us jaywalk. Going all the way down to the end of the block and waiting for the light to change is an inconvenience we all have a little problem with. None of us is unaware of the law, nor do we lack the understanding to reason out why it is a crime. Accidents occur, traffic is caused by this undue duress, and we place ourselves needlessly in harm’s way.
When a policeman comes up and informs us we are about to receive a ticket, we will all pretend innocence or ignorance of the law. We act as if we did not realize the crime we were committing. This is not the truth of it, however. It’s not like it’s a newly minted law. What is at work is our soul deciding that we have perpetrated a victimless crime and we should not be punished for it.
I find this part of human behavior particularly fascinating.
In an another way of putting it, our capacity for self-deceit is summed up starkly as self-slavery. If we must classify ignorance as slavery to the world, and if the treachery done to us is the same as the bondage to another’s mind, then our own “forced” self ignorance is an orobouros, the crazed serpent swallowing its own tail.
In most instances, ignorance is acceptable, but to do such a thing as blind yourself so as to be spared the guilt willingly falls firmly in the province of evil. To be oppressed by one’s own self is just wrong. If you can’t be truthful with yourself, you can’t truly own anything, or create something beautiful with a sense of pride, you can also never belong to another or have any joy for yourself. You are simply a thing of undecided ownership.
You are a lapdog without a master. It has always been my opinion that Religion fulfills this role to those who are too weak to admit to themselves the severity of whatever transgression they have perpetrated.
(For the most part, by the way, I do not see jaywalking, or pretending it is not too bad a crime, as being evil. Don’t read too much into that.)
Yet organized religion, found in every culture and in every corner of the Earth, is inherently flawed; a superfluous exercise that teaches conformity to the weak and teaches the strong that it is okay to traffic in excess, especially when it comes to the giving of oneself, even unto poverty. We are all indoctrinated from an early age to believe in something we do not understand and are told to basically lie to ourselves and see something that is not there. Don’t let me get started on how most see sexuality as being wrong; I happen to like boning.
Most detrimentally, to ourselves and to (Christian) society, we are allowed absolution. We are given encouragement to lie further to ourselves and say “It was a shitty thing to do, but I repented and now I get start over again, tabula rasa.” How ridiculous/fucked up is this? If you feel you did something wrong, go make it right and ask the person you dicked over if you’re cool, now that you’ve tried to fix what you did. A priest isn’t even allowed to tell people what sick shit you did to land yourself in the Confessional, either.
I’d be a horrible priest. “This guy beats off to pictures of girls peeing on their own feet,” I’d tell the congregation. And probably get shot on my way back from the bar. In this scenario, I’m a Catholic priest and am allowed to drink.
There are instances of us lying to ourselves in which we see circumstances as they unfolded as being different from the exact events. We do this in order to keep our insides from leaking out. It is not easy to believe that we are capable of the things we do sometimes, mostly because we have an ideal of the kind of people we are (or want to be) and what it is we hold ourselves responsible for.
But sometimes, such impulsive behavior is what makes our hearts beat. This is what defines us as human, the ability to adapt to a situation to swerve it to our advantages. Not just in the way any animal will change its stripes for benefit (and a tiger WILL change its stripes or a leopard its spots eventually), but in the way that a man will learn to apologize for nothing or a woman will admit that she’s wrong in order to be a better person. It can be a form of self deception, one may suppose, but perhaps this particular dichotomy should be allowed, within reason. To debase oneself for no personal gain, but to instead compel understanding, instead of blaming the Ephemeral for our faults- this seems noble.
Cassius does so in a single sentence to Brutus. “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
Further, every person has given reasons for an appearance of misconduct. There have been times when everyone has been so against you, yet you believed yourself to be doing the right thing, and every part of you ached to plead your case. To anyone. From magistrates to mongrels, we take the argument to the streets and the courtrooms if we have to. We apologize, in a way, for seeing something that others don’t.
Worth in ourselves and our point of view.
To look at this sword from the pointed end, one must also take into account that the capacity for duplicitous heresy against our own souls is as bottomless as the darkness we are witness to when such acts are perpetrated. In such a state, any reflective surface will cause us to recoil, even the surface of a loved one’s eyes. That is why a liar has a hard time facing the inquisitor, I think. We like to believe that we are above all of those selfish, animalistic urges, but the naked fact is the one that shows how we commit evil incrementally, then irrevocably.
Even the most harmless-seeming nothing of an indulgence is the first step we take into the shadows. Allow yourself to always be late, for example, and you let people down on a regular basis. How much farther is it from disappointing to depressing?
Further, if you omit information regularly to spare someone’s feelings, you will eventually begin to lie to preserve those same feelings. Then begins the lying and belief that if they don’t know what you’ve done, they won’t be hurt by it. Evil acts draw from us our own damnatio memoriae. The obliteration of memory. Once begun, where does it all cease?
I don’t hold myself above these actions; to the contrary, I own up to a few of them. If you name it as a wolf, no longer the lapdog will it be. I try and better myself and get right.
How? What is the catalyst for awakening? Some claim to religion. I find no religion to be very interesting, beyond its myths and legends. Some claim to use family, and values of esoteric origins or even base, common fear. Waking up with a needle in one arm and a sore butthole shocks a person into doing some soul-searching.
In my simple and admittedly mortal opinion, you must look to your own soul. You must believe in yourself and know when the wrong things are wrong, or sometimes even when a situation has become untenable, or when you know you should admit that you need help. Asking for help is far easier than asking for forgiveness later on. The sad thing is that the people most inclined to help you without personal gain will most likely push you toward being more religious, instead of teaching you to be independent and to stand unassisted.
It should be fairly simple to ascertain whether or not you are using the correct part of you to make a decision: if you don’t think you could tell a person that you respect the full reason behind whatever decision you’ve made, chances are you are doing something you would consider wrong.
To make it even simpler, think first. According to Jainism, “The soul is without taste, color and cannot be perceived by any of the five senses. Consciousness is its chief attribute.” Consciousness, thought, deliberation. To act without thinking, or unconsciously, is to enact self deception, or tyranny over your own soul. You will not allow yourself to think about what you are doing because you’ve no wish to struggle with yourself over it.
I believe this is why I’ve possessed such a Laconic wit for so long; internally, it is my wish to turn it into a sort of quick-thinking exercise, made all the more difficult for its succinctness. Instead of insulting or striking out at a particularly annoying and tenacious patron removed for over-intoxication, I practice this humor.
They always ask what it is I require from them to allow them re-entry into the bar. They ask about walking a straight line, about breathalyzer tests, about drinking a set amount of water, time limits. What do I want from them to let them back in?
“Sobriety,” I say.
It’s like Communion to me. It would be so much easier to shove them, or punch them, or to humiliate them, but I try a little humor, wit and empathy and feel just a bit more absolved of the sin of being a smartass.
Thank you for you time and kind attention.
There are no snakes or venomous creatures in Hawaii, and we’d like to keep it that way.
Fuck snakes, is what you should take away from this.
Apparently, this person has never heard of Frank Sinatra, but Kanye West has. #plagiarism
The strange thing about unfounded belief (one would say “Faith,) is that it is considered noble if it is unshakable. By its very nature, the demand for proof, the pursuit of knowledge, you know, to find out what it is you are curious about, that in itself should be a noble thing. To foster and cultivate curiosity in yourself and in others around you, this pursuit should be held in the highest regard, but many times, the constraints of faith lead to it being slapped down in favor of blind obedience.
At what point would the devout realize that the majority of those beliefs can be explained away and exorcised by simple application of logic and observation? When does that person look at the technology their life has become more and more reliant upon and make the decision to either start asking their own questions, or to reconcile that cognitive dissonance with the proverbial blind eye? Technology that was made real by largely ignoring the edicts Faith put in place to curb the development of said technology, one should add.
It is odd to think that blind obedience to a book written thousands of years can trump without exertion textbooks written by men what have spent hours peering through a microscope, or wielding a toothbrush and dental pick in a decidedly paleontological fashion under the Gobi Desert sun for several summers, or splitting the building blocks of matter beneath the ground level of a Swiss valley in a giant, metal doughnut. Things and pursuits that exist, and by their nature, prove their own existence.
The other camp furthers it’s own ends by condemning the search to prove its own veracity.
It seems a war of attrition between two recalcitrant opponents. Like any protracted battle, the constant gaining and seceding of ground leads only to a torn up section of contested territory. I feel both science and faith suffer in the same way, but like a binary star system, their shared gravities might eventually lead to a mutual annihilation.
Perhaps one of the two should just step aside before the burgeoning threat of supernova makes good on its promise. By my previous statement, you can tell what I believe in, and my belief remains largely untainted by any amount of another’s faith.
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I ALMOST CRASHED ON THE FREEWAY BECAUSE I REMEMBERED THIS AND WAS LAUGHING SO HARD
THIS ALWAYS MAKES ME HAPPY
i really needed this today omfg
The part with the old lady OMFG
This is hilarious.
My older brother died 21 years ago, a week before Christmas. I often miss him and can’t help wondering what he would’ve turned out like if he’d survived. He was well-liked by everyone, quiet and funny, but not what you’d call a great thinker. He was just a really good, kind person.
What kind of career would he be in? He’d for damn sure have kids by now, and what would they be like? I hope to God that in a parallel universe where he’d survived the cancer he wouldn’t have married that pompous pain in the ass of a woman that I had to deal with for four years after he’d passed away. I’d like to think he only proposed to her because he was dying. I’d like to think he would’ve married Veronica. Their kids would’ve been seven feet tall.
Because he died a week before Christmas, you’d think I hated the holiday, but no. I look forward to it every year and even though I’ve lost a brother all that time ago, in those intervening years between then and now, I’ve found more brothers and sisters to help make my life (so far) a happy one.
Some of you are just acquaintances, so don’t get all riled up thinking you’re more than you are. I will quickly put an end to that bullshit.
Some of you, however, are closer to me than my own siblings ever could be, and I appreciate you and all that we’ve shared. We might’ve shed blood together, we might’ve toughed it out through hard times, we might’ve shared happy moments. Whatever. I appreciate you and how you’ve helped me get over the loss of my best friend when I was a kid all that time ago.
Another holiday season is coming up, and with your help, I know it’ll all turn out just fine.
Tell it like it is or keep it to yourself - I don’t believe in half measures.
We’re living in some real unbelievable moments. People these days don’t want to wait. They hate waiting. We don’t have time to process things like we used to. We want it now, now, now. This attitude has even found its way into the comedy circuit. Within the last year, we have seen a change in the way we find our quick source of entertainment. It’s at our service at the click of the finger, at the swipe of a page, and it’s there. In 2013 we have seen the 7 SECOND PHENOMENON that is Vine, and all the elite profiles that come with it.
This trend alarms me as well.
That’s fucking cruel
I hate getting tips like this. I can’t walk into my apartment office and say, “I don’t have money, but LET ME PAY YOU WITH THE WORD OF GOD!”
PSA: Don’t tip your severs/bartenders like this. We have bills just like you too.
At work on Thursday, three girls ran up to the door, laughing about how they’d stiffed a waitress out of a tip.
"I got a tip for you, bitch—go to college and get a real job, like I’m doing! Like I gotta give her extra money because she’s too lazy to go to college after high school," she bragged to her friends. Took out her ID and held it out for me to check.
I didn’t take it from her, just asked, “You don’t think those lazy bitches should get anything, huh? Good for you. Stick to your guns.”
They all laughed and high-fived. Tried to walk in the bar. I stepped in their way. “I’m not letting you in.”
"What the fuck?" and incredulous laughter and "Discrimination! Motherfucking discrimination!" and "I wanna talk to your manager."
You kinda expect that from drunk people. It’s like some sort of litany. “Say whatever you want, but we sell alcohol, and that means we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone, for any reason. I’m refusing the right to let you in the bar for your own safety.”
"Fuck you," from the college students majoring in, no doubt, English Lit, if their vocabulary was anything to go by. "How is not letting us in to your shitty bar keeping us safe?"
I leaned in conspiratorial-like. “Because if you stupid twats don’t tip the bartender, that crazy harpy’ll fucking kill your entitled asses. Now fuck off.”