As conscious beings, we each bring something to the world that must be born into the light. Whether one would like to argue for a universe driven by purpose, or a meaningless existence beyond what we ascribe to it, I believe that we have a duty to leave the patch of grass we stand upon better than we found it. We only have one planet, and the way we leave it is our legacy to future generations.
Well now, I was just pondering this…
Sometimes I find myself in complete bewilderment at the fact that I am a living, breathing, conscious being. Does anyone ever stop in the midst of their day, wonderstruck—Holy fuck, I’m alive? I’m guessing not so many, for why is there so much strife in the world then? Fear. We cannot bear to witness what a fleeting miracle it is that we are even here at all. And there is no fooling oneself; no matter how beautiful, no matter how brilliant, we are all mayflies in the eyes of the universe.
“Does the universe as a whole exhibit any kind of consciousness that we can interact with? Does the universe seek to evolve greater complexity and more sophisticated consciousness? Could it use some help from us in this? Do all species seem worth preserving regardless of their economic value to us? Does some mysterious circularity in time connect consciousness and the very existence of the universe?”
— Peter J. Carroll
J. W. Nicholas
“Cogito means ‘I think.’ … The mystal no-mind is not achieved by suspending mental process but by eliminating mental content. The cogitating Descartes thought about thinking in a way that proved his existence…
Philosophers know the syllogistic conjunction ergo/therefore requires two premises to balance a conclusion, but Descarte presented only one premise—‘I think.’ His statement either fails as logic or transcends logic. I believe it transcends.
The view that all knowledge is logically derivable gets one into a limitless proliferation of prior premises, an infinite regress, a reverse martingale, unacceptable to the practical cogitator. We need some premises that are not prior conclusions, or there will be no base on which to build the logical structure. I judge Descartes’s sum/I-am to be one such fundamental premise, needing no antecedent. As Ouroboros swallows his tails, so: [I AM].”
— J. W. Nicholas
How can I express
what weighs within when
I falter, knowing
there are no words that convey,
no space to speak,
no audience to hear.
It is a void,
populated by many,
this No Man’s Land
between mind and matter.
Do you ever sense,
looking to those walking along—
by you, but not with you—
that they may feel
the same way,
without ever meeting?
Hang on tight while we grab the next page