OK, let’s ask a basic question that many people at some point find themselves confronting. “Where is this all going?” Or, phrased in an alternate sense of concern, “Who am I, where am I going and where did I originally come from?” Heady enough as questions that are unanswerable as with the conundrum of what happens to the vital force of someone who has died? The daily focus of the difficulty of existence lived in constant crisis from moment to moment precludes the available mental space to ponder such seeming impossible questions with any hope of result. There are so many classic answers that are offered in the initial stewardship of primary education offering analogies of actors upon a stage or prisoners chained in caves from voices from the far distant past that have been oft quoted but never actually heard. This alone presents a different dilemma within our own media obsessed era where the dead do indeed repeat their best lines upon YouTube or your local cable History Channel. Which brings up another dilemma of the veracity of their wisdom based upon the fullness of their dialogues and are we seeing the best bits of their offered insights?
This progressive focus alone of culling and sorting out useful facts which alone allow for mental storage bytes of our own persistently recalled personal experience mixed with authority based pointers that are supposed to be taken as absolute factual certainty affects the strange process of living in the present with the illusion of a determinable future that is of course steered by the phantom of all experiences past that are significant enough to constantly be reminded of. The whole idea of material certainty, distance, and time depend upon the belief that your method of appreciating them is constant and unaffected in a manner that is arbitrary or random. Thus the goal of habit is to enjoy the security of perpetual certainty. Hence the offering of a methodology that is equally observable by not only ourselves but by the strange phenomena of others who resemble us but are not necessarily part of our existence. After all, it is impossible to prove a sense of true separation on our own personal will from the larger artifice of daily life and the corresponding actions of these other characters. A balancing of what originates naturally in the constancy of waking life posed against the potential spontaneity of the actions of these varied personality. Many recognized experts professing wisdom have written volumes on the process of events and practices of building relationships with other individual personalities and groups so as to maximize the ability to exercise the successful completion of attaining one’s desires. The exercise of my writing this very paragraph infers the equally odd notion of an audience of like minded individuals that physically exist within the matrix of a phantom realm also known as the Internet. The desire to access some sense of consensus completely self-serving to the proof of individual consciousness and the goal of fostering the illusion of that odd term success.
Yet the idea that the material around is but an equally challenging fiction that can be equally dismissed within each individual instant of the present but reliably accepted in the contemplation of the increasing longevity of existence is the teeter totter that all must eventually come to face. If the concept of light is but a process of filtering out some set of detectable qualities that meet the apparent mechanism of one’s eye? If it is established that our focused attention both directly and indirectly affect that which we see? If both individual and society are but a projection from some universal Camera Obscura that defies quantification in the fractal sense of having a detectable pattern but infinite sense of bi-directional scale? Then are we as individual collective conscious entities nought but detached leaves floating upon the rapid current of an energetic stream. And equally, a single somnambulant consciousness fraught with the dilemma of an eternal narcoleptic state from which an uncountable myriad of persistent states of dreams coexist? Then comes the more mortal concern of is it better to become self-aware of one’s place in all this? Or just simply resort to the immediacy of intuition and instinct and react to the changing events that perennially confront one? Who or what after all teaches the spider to weave its web?