"He's just mourning, give him time, an ear, a concussion..." -DustyChalk
Ok true. But the real point here is that im mocking life itself. Because it's so easily mocked.
And im not trying to spread unhappiness, im trying to call into question REASONS for happiness.
Shakespeare said it before I did, I'm just aggreing with him, "All of life is a play, and the people mere players."
I think most people understand what that means. BUT, do you understand shakespeares intentions? LOOK at yourself, look at what you are, are you really justified, as a creature. IS any creature really justified? For example, does president bush live a worthwhile life because he sits in an office, telling his army to bomb afghanistan? Do preachers live worthwhile lives because they think God is real and he will save him when he dies?
IN OTHER WORDS, is self delusion a reason for life? Is the neverending endorphin rush of happiness a reason for life? Is a chemical reaction inside a brain a reason for life? IS IT EVEN LIFE? DO YOU AND I REALLY "THINK"? And if you do, does that mean you *are*? Is an ant "alive" or is an ant just picking up pieces of food and dirt. Is that a not so subtle anology for some peoples lives??
I can do nothing beyond that which I can concieve. If that's true, then all my possible responses to any given situation are stored within my mind. And because of that, all my possible responses are predetermined by the information stored within my mind. So because of that I never act of free will, I can only act by that which I know, I am self limited, my own mind is my weakness, I can philosophize about greater, but I cannot reach it. The only way I can create a new response is to recombine the responses stored within me, or imitate another persons responses. In other words I cannot create something from nothing. If I was born, and I was never stimulated, if my mind was empty, I could make nothing within my mind. I could not create a place, a sense of self, because I would have nothing from which to draw that sense of self. The mind cannot... cannot "begin", if it is not "started". That's why i think shakespeare was right, we are like puppets on a string, speaking someone else's lines. Living someone else's lives. We know, somehow, that there is kind of thought beyond the chemical mind, but wee can just know that its there, we cant reach it.
If you can't create something from nothing, you cannot really CREATE anything. All you can do is play with things, manipulate the pre-existing. That to me is just lame, I am struck by the stupendous lameness of that. I am like an ant, just playing with dirt, pretending the dirt meant something, pretending the dirt was life.
