Tidbits: More to come…

There are few things in this life that I completely enjoy, without any kind of remorse, or ill feeling. Of those things, a very small number are truly useful to me in free economy. In a more direct approach, little of what I enjoy has any way of directly translating into my making a living for myself, be it legal, or otherwise. I sometimes find myself immersed in new ideas day to day, with only an amount of interest proportionate to that of a bear snacking on salmon. I enjoy reading, writing, working with computers, and wandering around in the woods in the middle of the night, and into the wee hours of the morning. Reading and writing might have been enough to propel me into an appropriate profession in the late 1400’s, but it does not provide for me a means by which to sustain myself in the 21st century. Working with computers seems to be the only outlet for which I can provide myself an indulgence into personal satisfaction, as well as lucrative self sustaining employment.  As for wandering around in the woods in the middle of the night, I think that has very little to do with my becoming gainfully employed, and more to do with my carnal nature; my willingness to indulge in animal and predatory instinct if you will.

Overall, what I am, who I am, and what I will eventually become, is a no one. I will probably manage to carve out my little niche, accumulate my minute nest egg, curl up, and die. No more, no less. Of course, I will strive to become more, push myself when necessary, but inevitably fail. We have been setting ourselves up to fail as a species since the beginning, terminally wrought with decisions between ourselves and others, that have little or no bearing on our long term development. We painstakingly manipulate the outward variables around us,  while silently praying to the deity that we don’t actually believe in, to deliver results that would merely satisfy our carnal lust for a mere fraction of our existence.

Eventually, our parasitic development will come to a total standstill, and havoc will ensue. People will die by the millions, our world will become a desolate wasteland of terrifying scientific pinnacles, and eventually, despite our recognition of the problem, our species will cease to exist. Wiped out by our own potential and insane will to barrel through scientific development at a dangerous rate, all while fostering the hope that someday our “potential” would lend us some type of clarity or salvation. Our blind ignorance of true human nature will kill us. We simply cannot comprehend what we are.

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