Rational and the irrational, order and chaos. Subjective experience versus the imposition of will from the outside that acts as a cloak against the influence of others. The whole idea of a phantom game of other souls who equally serve as apparitions of one’s own demented sense of order. If these others truly existed then why wouldn’t all have a synchronous hive mind? There is a level of loathing and fear at the discovery that we are eclectic life forms no less horrific than the worst of insects or ocean borne sea creatures. To look with objectivity at one’s own shape is to be confounded by it’s finite awkwardness. Whatever one’s feelings about the modal extremes of fat and thin existing within essentially the same corollary of organized biological instrumentation summing up human existence to ponder the why behind same is inexplicably insoluble beyond anything surrealistic.
The universe that we collectively create in no way bears any definitive sense of harmony with the vast mysteries of the surrounding eternally expansive universe. The larger ‘WE’ existing simply within the bubble of our own self-created dilemma. One so artfully created by successive generations of the collective imagination as if to embody every imaginable possibility of a ‘without’. The only rule of same unchallenged by the ingenuity of mankind being physical death. It is beyond any possible folly of hubris imaginable for any organization, group or individual to posit what exists without the great ether of invisible stuff that resides outside. ‘WE’, like any other mutitude-ness prone species, can produce but never conquer by the weight of numbers. Nor can we operate far from the tether of the imposed form of our inherent animal species. To question beyond this is to go mad by the standards of our fellows.
There is no arguing by force of numbers that will defeat the rising of the sun as the spherically congealed mass of the stuff that we are composed of spins with no apparent purpose beyond the face of same. The great mysteries of rational existence continually spar with inherent instinctual animal necessity and blur the largest questions int he process of same prejudicing any possibility of an answer. The common man is perhaps the most rational in confidently climbing the ladder each day without a second thought for what actually holds it up. Maybe human existence is an anomaly? Merely a passing thought by some other dimensional consciousness that is as easily forgettable and it is obsessively persistent? It is the ability to cognate and precisely define the insanity of our own existence that gives US definition and identity, if only for an instant.