One of the most curious yet disgusting things about existing as a human being is, well, existing as a human being. It is an existence that is rewarding yet repulsive. It has moments of wonder and moments of wonder-how-we-all-manage-to-be-alive. Flashes of brilliance and thuds of fucking fail.
From afar, humanity seems to be one of the worst experiments the Earth has come up with yet. We've multiplied to a population of 6 Billion or so, we fight over the stupidest shit imaginable and kill each other for it, we live where it is fucking cold and where you can fry an egg on a turtle shell. We're too stupid to figure out how to co-exist, yet, to procreate all we need to figure out is how to insert peg A into slot B. Any fucking moron can do that. And that's just the problem, too many fucking morons fucking. Fuck!
But then, we have family. You walk around, drive around, work around vast stretches of humanity, and it makes you want to puke blood while laughing uncontrollably. But then, when you come home to family and hang out with good friends, our humanity has value and is important to our social needs. You see the screaming yahoos on TV hollaring at a poor crippled Democrat about Death Panels and wish the worst possible fate to befall the entire human race. But then your daughter comes in and asks you to go outside and play catch with her. In an instant, the preciousness of humanity presents its smiling, and innocent face.
It is quite the emotional and mental predicament. Simultaneously wishing the worst and best for our species. Seeing the genuine assets of our kind while being repulsed by the seemingly innate propensity to act like classless tools. It is a predicament rife with frustration. And I am often reminded of The Sermon on Ethics and Love from the
Principia:
Quote"I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe."
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?
"But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it."
OH. WELL, THEN STOP.
At which moment She turned herself into an aspirin commercial and left The Polyfather stranded alone with his species.
So many times when I see our kind act like insipid fools, fighting over stupid shit, climbing to new heights of utter and sheer failure, I feel stranded. Not alone, but with far too few.
Far too few to stand up to, and withstand, what feels like an ocean of instinctual and perpetual bullshit behavior.
And of course I know that I, nor those close to me, are perfect. It isn't as though we are somehow above or apart from all of this. And that is yet another part of the dichotomy. Knowing that you, yourself, while disgusted by the dark and sullied side of humanity, you are also prone to those weaknesses.
The effort is to somehow tread water above the fray while trying to find patches of calm and serene to have an enjoyable swim.
To be able to frolic in the wake of others.
To be able to breathe, while drowning.
Quote from: Richter on September 04, 2009, 05:01:32 PM
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Reminds me of something, "I love humanity, but I can't STAND people."
It really highlights the disconnect between people we know in our immediate circles and those we don't. Seems like there's allot of depersonalization stemming from jsut that lack of familiarity (aptly designed word).
In practice, once we get past the "idiot masses" veneer, I wonder what percentage of people we actually COULDN'T tolerate.
fukin SPOT ON, Richter, mate, fukin A!.
RWHN, nice work also...
Thanks. It's been brewing in my head for awhile. I don't rant as often as I used to, but every know and again something is belched out.