Sunday, August 11, 2013
The conventional path of humanity, in this era, seems to be a continuous journey for "The Truth" - a voyage towards the procurement of an ever-unreachable sum of knowledge (aspiring to, and falling short of, "Absolute Knowing").
At the fingertips of almost every individual in the modern, developed world lies a virtually bottomless and seemingly endless wealth of information, contained in databases and networks, dispersed and communicated across nations and seas.
And, yet, never before in human history have we lived in a time with so much knowledge, so readily available, and without proper use. Never before have we held so much of "The Truth" in our palms, only to shape it and manipulate it to fit the untruths that we wish to make real.
We seek truth, we uncover lies. We disseminate facts, we manifest fiction.
It has become an endless cycle of half-truths, lies, distortions and deception, almost in brazen opposition to the resources at our disposal, which are easily accessible for most us to unearth what is real, and what is not.
We allege that we embrace and encourage "individuality" and "diversity", and in the same breath condemn those who are different, ostracize those who do not submit, and shame those who disagree.
We subvert the gathering of truth in favor of furthering our own agendas.
Anyone who speaks out in a voice of another tone which conflicts with that of the majority of the conventional collective is instantly shot down as a radical or as a lunatic, or as dangerous or manipulative.
Anyone who has different or unwonted thoughts, feelings, reactions, beliefs, emotions, we label as peculiar, abnormal, absurd. They are not like us, and they do not belong.
So, the question has become, in our voyage for information and certainty: Do we really desire to know "The Truth", or do we merely want only for a truth that conforms to what we wish to be true?
Every endeavor we undertake in order to get to "The Truth" has to be overcome by obstruction and dishonesty.
Everything that we see has to be a reflection of what we wish to see, rather than what is actually there.
It seems almost perverse to make "The Truth" something so difficult to obtain, something so hard to recognize, something so despised, something so contorted and so oft-forgotten - buried beneath chambers and mountains of falsehoods and artificiality.
We look to history for "The Truth." We look to fields of bodies, the corpses of fallen warriors, the craters of war, the blood of the innocent, the turmoil of the poor, the suffering of the oppressed, the tragedy of the people, and we seek "The Truth" in these things, only to eventually realize that these things are no longer "The Truth."
These things are a reflection of someone else’s truth from before this time, long since made phantoms of the past - disremembered by most, abhorred by some, shunned by others - serving as a reminder of what we once were, and what we could be again.
We do not learn from our mistakes, because we do not teach "The Truth" of our mistakes - we merely teach and remember a slanted likeness of all of the wrong that we've done.
One can try to prove that we've changed - one can attempt to say that we are better now than we were. But, have we ever really been? Will we ever really be? Have we underestimated and disregarded the consequences of our existence in favor of our survival?
Do we really have anything to prove? Do we really need to say that we are not the same people, for the simple fact that this is a different generation and a different world, when we know that we are nothing more than the same sort of people, living in the same type of world?
Is there a "true reality" to be had, or is there only our version of reality?
Are our idiosyncratic thoughts, experiences and feelings what make us acceptably unique and individual, so long as everyone else approves of them, or are we only acceptably unique and individual when we have the same sorts of thoughts, experiences and feelings that everyone else has?
Can any of us ever really say that we have had our own fresh experience of living, when so often there is someone there to tell us that it’s all been seen, felt and done before - to tell us that everything that we've done, and ever can and or will do, is nothing more than a repetition of a thing already completed?
If that is the case. If everything has been done. If we are merely living a recurrence of things already completed by some other person(s) just like us, what is the point of being alive? How can we enjoy something that has been, so many times before, enjoyed by so many others?
Is it time for us to finally accept that we are not special or unique, to come to terms with what we all really are - mere copies of imitations of things already achieved, things already believed and dreamed, things already conquered or failed by another dark traveler on our crowded and yet desolate highway?
Is it "The Truth" that we are meant for something more, that we are on our way to achieving new and glorious things, that this is not how things have to be or should be, or, is "The Truth" simply that we have always been living a lie?
If each individual molds, binds and finds their own truth, will that be enough for the rest of us?
Will we forever be doomed to persecute these reflections, to stand in the way of this journey, to cast out any individual who holds strongly against the current, regardless of how hard it pushes back?
Or, will we find more, and accept a "true reality", far beyond our own distinct little windows of what is real?
Will we always have to be a part of this agonizing game?
Or, are we finally done playing?
If you’re sitting there now, asking yourself what this post was about, the answer is:
Take a look around.