The Three Tenets of Existential Terrorism

Words are not things or actions. They are vibrations of the air molecules or squiggles on a page. Mistaking words for reality is the mistake that puts politicians in office and sells all of the products, religions, and systems of government on the planet. Saying "Tree" is no more a tree than saying "I love you" means that someone loves you. To perceive reality as it is, one must accept that words are a vehicle for the transference of our perception of reality, not reality itself.
God is dead. I killed him (it, them, her, et al) on November 5th, 1991. Justifiable Homicide. The idea that the universe is run by some cosmic supra-hero concept of ourselves is absurd and unproven. The idea that the creator of the universe put us here in these bodies to satisfy some moral experiment is offensive. The God question; "What are we doing here?", may or may not be valid. At this time, we are here because the physical laws of the universe are not completely against our existence. Our short time of consciousness would be far better served ensuring our survival rather than posturing before some misanthropic cosmic deity.
The only government, the only rule of law, is economics. However our societies are structured, whatever religion or ethnicity, we have all decided that those with relatively more assets have better lives than those with less relative wealth. All measured value is economic value in this system.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Not with a bang, but a whimper



This is how the blog ends
This is how the blog ends
This is how the blog ends

I gave the idea of propagating an empirical examination of society a try.  There is no audience to be found.  The reign of used car salesmen and robber barons continues unabated while the salivating masses force their attention on the shiny objects of celebrity and entertainment.  Instead of thinking and acting as though we could direct our intelligence and imagination to make the world incrementally more equitable, I have decided to relegate myself to the sidelines and watch the parade.  The blog will remain, as it costs me nothing to let it slowly decay into a black hole of obscurity, and occasionally I will post an esoteric thought or thesis, but the days of challenging the tsunami of propaganda are over.  I didn't attempt to make this blog a contest.  I was hoping to start an empirical discussion of how to conduct ourselves in a civilized manner with an eye to enhancing our survival outside of the mythical and dogmatic constraints of religion, politics, race, and doublespeak that permeates the current dialogue.  It was cathartic to rage against the machine, even briefly.  But my missionic(I know it's not a word) zeal was misplaced.  The best way to change the world is to sit quietly in one's room.