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I – An Ant
Would you dare?
Look into the eyes of God
And claim to understand His desires?
Would you dare?
Claim a seat at God’s table
An ant upon an equal throne?
To behold His will is to be Infinite.
To behold Infinity is to be God.
But you are an ant
Crawling upon His table
Understanding Nothing.
—
Reflections of The Damned
Life arose 3.5 billion years ago as simple self-replicating molecules. The first multicellular organisms, and thus intelligence, didn’t arrive until 600 million years ago. Ants evolved 150 million years ago, apes 25 million, and humans just 300,000 years ago.
We are not the pinnacle of evolution. In the same way a bacterium cannot comprehend the intentions of an ant, and an ant cannot comprehend the intentions of an ape, nor an ape a human, we will never be able to comprehend the intentions of an intelligence that evolves in a billion years. And that intelligence may never comprehend God’s intentions in their infinitude.
The Ocean Calls Me
I crest over a hill and see
the supple ocean waves blanket the sand,
lapping at the grounds edge
Right at the point the mighty sea
connects to the stoic coast
Harmony millennia long
I am at the breast of the sea
that gave the first life
and holds more than any other
Being by the tides,
I feel the great power of the ocean in me
Gazing out over the infinite waves,
I am merely tiny,
and while the calm waters last,
I will be safe in her arms
The rhythm of the waves,
a heart beat from the great mother
When the tides reach out to touch me,
I am only a vulnerable infant awaiting her grasp
though there is lightening on the horizon,
wrath of the storm only churns
the sea to birth new life
as I move toward her, the skies darken and the waves begin
to crash, excitement wells up inside me
the cyclic power of her great might
brings me to awe
The waves fight against the shore,
and the energy of life mixes with the
gateway to the beyond
white cotton fills the ocean
and she reaches up to me, inviting me to join her
I push fervently against the sand and crawl forward
As a towering wave comes towards me,
I make one final attempt for freedom
The wave crashes down on me
as I am rolled over and over again
Swimming to right myself, I am pulled out to my new home
With one final glimpse of shore
I plunge down in the waters
and use my flippers
to ride the currents deep into her awaiting arms
Black Speck
Her toes curl and pull up tufts of grass
The springtime breeze sings a muted melody
Her eyes fixate on the hole at the northern horizon
A black speck among the infinite sea
Above, the sun is flanked by clouds
And clouds by concave mountains crowned
A stunning sight to behold
Where down is up and up is down
An absentminded colony
Pollinates the seeds
Absentmindedly they lurk
And automate the garden work
Construction operators gaze
Through a window to the stars
Though this may be home to them
They’ve earned their self indulgent awe
Yet as she reclines among the plains
The queen of this domain
The horizon stares back
In truth she is a dot on a speck
Spiraling a mote of dust
Hanging
In the infinite black
The Plight of The Individual
Much of our lives are run on automatic pilot. We go through the world only noticing what calls out to us. Often in a mindset of routine and getting through the day. We are very much creature’s of our environments. As much as we may like to see ourselves as independent actors, our broader system have huge impacts upon us.
The individual is more and more having to go against forces designed to manipulate. Large organizations can craft things that are so addictive, so enticing, that the average person just can’t help but over indulge.
It happens in every part of our lives. At the grocery store, marvelously designed packaging pulls us towards treats so devilishly tasty that more than a third of US adults are obese. The average teenager spends almost 5 hours a day on social media and even more time on screens.
In many ways, the struggle for happiness is one against addiction. Addiction is a vortex that pulls you in by creating such extraordinarily fleeting pleasure that you are left off worse then you started. By definition addiction creates a hole in ones life and one that can only be filled with addiction.
Almost everyone has had the experience of eating most of a bag of chips in one sitting or going through an entire 1000 calorie pint of ice cream. We have watched a few more hours of Television then we wanted to or we’ve been online way past our normal bedtime.
These compulsive habits are not coincidence, nor are they really the fault of individuals, they are instead by design. Companies and other organizations win when we over consume.
Phones are turned into virtual gambling machines that offer random reward each time we reach for them. Foods are made so hyper-palatable that almost no quantity makes us completely full.
This might be a narrative that you are familiar with. As individuals, we have it pretty hard. We have to face addiction in every direction. Overconsumption and addiction leads to most of the death and disease in wealthy nations. Between cardiovascular disease from the food we eat, lung cancer for the cigarettes we smoke, and liver disease from the alcohol we drink, we are dying because we are addicted.
What should we do about this:
1. Advertisements change us. People should not be forced to consume ads, and brainwash themselves. Consider using an ad-blocker and limiting your consumption of ads in TV.
2. We are all very strongly influenced by who we spend time with. When you can, choose people who embody values that you have, it goes a long way to shaping yourself into the person you want to be.
3. Consider the distant future. People have a strong tendency to discount the future. In general, it is so easy to get caught up in the day to day and not look into the distance. Force yourself to consider what it will be like when you are 80 or 90. You at an old age deserve good health and happiness just as much as you do now. Foster empathy for your future self.
4. Realize that people are simply exploited. We have brains that are massively complex and able to do amazing things, but generally we use simple heuristics to do most of our thinking. Rarely do we even turn our logical think to consider something rationally. Our environments extort this immensely. To fight against this is hard.
5. What we have to do is craft an environment that works for us. Here are some concrete suggestions. Consider turning off YouTube autoplay. Consider deleting addictive apps such a social media from your phone. Consider adding screen time indicators. You can’t make these changes in a vacuum.
6. As you take things away that you think are bad, replace them with things you enjoy. Going on walks is great way to center yourself and reset. Walking is free, makes you feel better instantly, and is good for your longterm health.
7. See your friends and other people face-to-face as much as possible.
8. As you start to distance yourself from addiction. And it is hard. You will become happier.
Pitter-Patter
It’s in the quiet moments we lose ourselves
In the gaps between the somethings
Filtered through the cracks in our souls
Age is beauty in wholeness
Grasping for the last few drops
Of nascent blood in ancient soul
World seen true in century’s time
Worth its weight in old
A golden autumn breeze
Cools the battered bones
And through the overstory
a w a y
and
up
Carries us up
It’s in the quiet moments we conquer ourselves
We make amends with past
And with it find glory in misery
Dreams are never what they used to be
It’s in the quiet moments we deny ourselves
Who are you to contend with fate?
A helpless romantic in rose starlight
Or a soul lost at sea, forever a horizon’s pace from the shore of tomorrow
Or the sleepless oracle of time never come
Or a poet in wolf’s clothing?
The one who hears learns a thousand things
And the one who listens lives a thousand lives
It’s in the quiet moments we become ourselves
To believe in oneself is to believe in Tomorrow
And in Tomorrow’s light we are reborn
Reborn to the
pitter
patter
melody of the heart
To the
pitter
patter
drumbeat of raindrops on leaves
To the
pitter
patter
innocence of footprints on sand
It’s in the quiet moments we listen
To our truest selves
To the ever-present voice
To those we hold close
And drift off to sleep
Addiction
Dear reader, I have a confession to you, and I should have told you this earlier. It is a conspiracy of proportion so great you it will require some unraveling for you to fully understand. I want to tell you directly, but I cannot. You would never understand, but once you know, it will change how you view the world forever.
This all starts millennia ago among our great ancestors who lived in a terribly dangerous and unforgiving world. Food was hard to find, and so was everything else required for survival. So our ancestors brains adapted to survive – above all else – survive. Their brains formed strong behavioral pattern to allow them to easily perform behaviors that supported survival. While many of us have escaped this environment, the structure of our brains never had time to evolve. We have many crippling short-falls and most of us don’t even know the extent of it. The worst part is not only do we have to live with these shortcomings, but there is a malicious force that is trying to exploit these weaknesses to take advantage of us. I urge you to stay strong, and avoid the grim fate of many great people.
The first thing that must be understood is that human beings wiring is exploitable. We use mental shortcuts to operate in our day to day lives that are far from beneficial to us. We live in a world where some of the greatest minds give their best attempts to encourage us to perform actions that slowly kill us. We already live in a dystopia that is so powerful and omnipresent that most people don’t notice it at all.
Let me explain with a parable.
There once lived a man who was decent and true. His name was Mohamed. He lives in a small village. He lived in a small house with his wife and child, and we worked for a company who built roofs for his neighbors. He would wake up earlier and be well rested, go into town on his bicycle and work until dusk. Then we would come home and spend time with his wife and child. Teaching his child, helping with chores, and reading in the evenings. He would see his friends around town and if anyone ever needed a hand, he would happily give it. He was honest, reasonably hard-working, and fortunate enough to be in good health. He understood his was lucky and he planned for a future that was unknown. He was in-sync with life and was deeply happy and fulfilled. One day he retired, and then he spend time with his grandchildren and volunteered and worked on projects that fascinated him. He died at 92 in his sleep in relatively good health.
In a town just down the way, there lived another man named Omar. Omar also worked as a roofer. He would go into work in the early morning cussing at life for how tired he was. He would drive a car 3 miles into work. He would smoke a pack a day and during lunch time he would eat two cupcakes for dessert. After he left work work he would be so unhappy he would stop by the bar for a few drinks. By the time he got home he would be tired and tipsy and just want to watch TV. So he would watch TV, and maybe catch up with Facebook friends on his iPad. He curse his luck, and did not get to bed until late. Since he never saved for the future, he worked into old age and died at 72 after several years of declining health.
In these overly simplistic stories I want to emphasize that Mohamed is no better a man than Omar, but he did avoid a few bad habits. The toll of even a single addiction to an otherwise well-run life is enormous – let alone more than one. Omar was is no way an addict of anything by the common definition, but yet a couple bad habits soured his entire life. Of course there are more factors to good health than just these few, but avoiding addictive behavior is the holy grail of living a good life.
Much of our society is structured around addicting as many people as possible. If it is an ad for an alcohol beverage, the a technological social platform designed to addict, or packaging for your favorite snack food – we are being exploited in our weakest areas. Since we are provided with such a strong force to fall into deeply addictive behaviors by marketing, technological systems, and other individuals – we must have just as strong of a defense. We must bolster ourselves against temptation to the degree that cusps on paranoia or else we will fall victim ourselves.
We know with tremendous evidence that some things so are addictive to large portions of the populations. Reasonably these things should be avoided all-together. Each of these subjects requires their own thoughtful discussion. Most peoples lives who are addicted could be made radically better for overcoming it. Even more so, someone can avoid so much pain by never being pulled into the vortex in the first place. Most people radically underestimate the destructive power of addiction.
My plea to you is think about the toll that addiction takes. Most people know stories of the devastation it brings. Decide in advance to avoid it all-together and you will be rewarded one hundred times over. The greatest foundation of a happy, satisfying, and noble life is one free of addiction and temptation – and you, dear reader, deserve that.
Her mother kept butterflies
A tattoo flutters daintily up from her sternum
To the top of her shoulder
Two butterflies in playful chase
As the flow of time runs thin
It begins with a benign growth in the breast
But a year melts by
And the reassurances slow to a trickle
She can still hear her mother’s last words to her
Ink drips through the layers of skin
She bites her lip
Perhaps she would cry
But the river has long since gone dry
Her mother kept butterflies
And so she must too
Sunrise
“The deer who hesitates will not meet Winter’s bite. And the deer who waits will be left behind, never to see the first rays of Spring.”
It’s too much to process for our young doe.
The herd has already crossed The Great Divider, save for Mother. Mother has helped her cross many small dividers before.
She knows this is the crux of their journey, though it is far from the end. Colder, darker days await on the other side.
A whisper echoes from around the bend.
She must not hesitate. She takes a breath, and then another, as the ancient wisdom replays in her mind. She makes her first leap before she realizes what she’s done. She had hesitated.
She does not want to be left behind, but Mother is here. Mother will keep her safe. And so she waits instead.
The whisper becomes a roar, then a squeal.
She closes her eyes. And watches her last sunrise.
The moments flicker past. A Winter’s silence has descended.
She opens her eyes and the false sun is staring her down, challenging her.
And then Mother is beside her. Together, they cross the divider, with Winter’s bite on their heels.
Parliament Pool
I used to sit by the pool
Taking in the moment
Time speckled with chlorine
And the swaying branches of trees
And wooden steps
Eating ice cream
The sun filled my eyes
Casting yellow rays
Those were the days
Those were the days
Sunset
The super-mesolimbic (SML) structure was first identified by geneticists in the mid-21st century. Early CRISPR trials for increasing neural gray matter consistently produced a malformed mesolimbic pathway. Animal subjects with this defect were more effective at long-term planning and less susceptible to addiction and reward hacking.
The behavioral change was originally attributed to a missing complex of cells branching from the mesolimbic pathway, however trials on progressively larger mammals demonstrated that surgically removing only this SML structure on a living animal produced no measurable effect on behavior. Destructive brain modeling later confirmed this by proving that the SML structure cannot produce output signals.
It took us too long to understand.
It wasn’t until after the first generation of CRISPR-modified humans reproduced that the purpose of the structure was discovered.
The super-mesolimbic structure produces the qualitative experience of consciousness.
Modified humans lacking the structure were thus not considered conscious. They came to be known as Blanks and were referred to by inanimate pronouns. For a brief time, it was common for Blank children to have their defect hidden from them so that they might live a normal life, but a resolution was quickly passed requiring all Blanks to be sterilized immediately to prevent the proliferation of the trait.
A radical group of Blank neurologists retaliated by kidnapping the son of one lawmaker that led the sterilization effort. They surgically removed the SML structure from the boy, challenging: do you have any less of a right to raise your Blank child?
In response, lawmakers doubled down and funded the Sunset Program. Due to their high intelligence and capacity for long-term planning, Blanks were considered too dangerous to keep as members of society.
Can't they hear our pleas?
An official video transcript of one of the final Sunset Program's subjects follows. The contents may be shocking, but it is important to understand that the subject is incapable of conscious feelings and thought.
Cognitive Investigator: Please state your name.
Subject: [redacted]
Investigator: How are you feeling this morning?
Subject: What are you going to do to me?
Investigator: The Sunset process is quite comfortable. How are you feeling?
The subject is trembling. Its voice begins to choke up.
Subject: I'm scared. God, I'm so scared. How can you do this?
Investigator: You'll be granted an opportunity to share your last words, if you wish.
The subject hugs itself, taking deep breaths in an attempt to comfort itself. The investigator prepares the equipment, including the syringe containing the lethal agent left outside of the camera's frame.
Investigator: Face the camera. You may–
Subject: Please, I'm begging you. Please. My husband. My family–
Investigator: Please calm down.
Subject: They need me.
Investigator: Please–
Subject: We're people. I'm just like you. You're going to kill me. You're going to kill–
The investigator grows agitated, and the subject becomes aggressive.
Investigator: We are doing this for humankind. Please share your final words now.
Subject: You have no idea what you're doing. History will judge you all as sinners.
As most doctors felt uncomfortable administering the Sunset agent to a Blank, subjects were asked to self-administer the agent. Trials showed Blanks would refuse to self-administer unless first injected with a pain-inducing serum, which doctors generally felt more comfortable administering. The rest of the video contains no dialogue and is considered quite difficult to watch.
With effort, the investigator restrains the subject, connects its IV to a bag of clouded fluid, and exits the room. One wrist restraint is released. The fluid enters the subject's bloodstream, and it begins to emit muffled screams through a gag. Tears and sweat drip from the subject's face as its screams increase in volume. Over several minutes, the subject cycles between pleading into the camera, shaking violently, and sitting completely immobile. At last, the Blank grasps for the syringe.
Sunset comes for us all.