Jun 29, 2022·edited Jun 29, 2022Liked by Guttermouth
I'll always reply at something of a tangent because of where my mind's at. But as you mention reproduction and succession, here's where my mind's at in this regard:
More intellectual/educated people have lower birthrates for multiple factors. c.f. Idiocracy opening scene still doing the rounds.
Donald Hoffman's Evolutionary Game Theory maths says that more truthful species die out, whilst only those fitter to the parameters flourish. Extrapolating this means that once a species (or member of a species) comes to ultimate truth it will stop reproducing. He further speculates that the entire of SpaceTime could be illusory (along with many contemporary physicists, and Plato and his homies). Thus sufficiently enlightened society will opt out and be at one with timeless perfections.
Perhaps we already have historical and contemporary examples of this including enlightened yogis who forgo almost even food let alone families. (Vows of celibacy in various denominations are meant to be around this, but when foisted upon their unenlightened recruits just leads to despicable deviancy) Whole groups within the Ebionites like the Gnostics felt this realm a false one made for suffering and often refused to have children so that no more sparks of Christ would be embodied, and get stuck or lost here.
I have created some sparks myself and will endeavour nevertheless to show them as much truth as they can cope with whilst optimising real enjoyment and light-heartedness when and where possible.
The bit about dark corners is also the distinguishing feature between someone not realising they are (borderline) psychotic, and someone who is (borderline) psychotic but realises it and experiences the psychosis as alien to their self. Not saying you is anywhere near that, it's just that it's the same divider as is used in therapy when ascertaining the patient's status, prognosis and so on.
Example, using a person I know very well: this person sometimes experiences delusions of the schizophrenic kind, a recurring one being the feeling that gravity is about to shift 90 degrees, thus inducing severe and acute vertigo and panic; "I'm falling into the wall!" which looks exactly like it sounds, the person literally "falls" into the nearest object. However, there is and always has been a total awareness that this is alien, wrong and harmful not to mention unnatural and impossible - which is why it was treatable using cognitive behaviour therapy. Had this person lacked awareness that the feelings and delusions were alien, no treatment would have worked other as temporary relief.
About lies: not to sound too snobbish I hope, but no-one needs resort to lying if they have at least a modicum of skill at word-crafying, and a little practice.
And truth takes many forms, that's the fun of it. Truth is a multi-faceted, multi-angled thing, always inversing itself into itself. I used this trick when finding myself as substitute teacher for a bunch of ten year olds supposed to get their first glimpse of philosophy:
Holding up a ruler: "Is this long or not?" And then just flow along as their answers and suggestions start coming. Compared to what? Seen from which end? And so on.
It's a shame philosphy and rethorics and logic isn't taught from age 5, when the mind and brain still is plastic - instead, every regime insists on trying to teach absolute truth, which is in itself an unsolvable paradox (unless one opts for the Abrahamic religious answer, which honestly looks like a cop out, philosphically speaking).
with writing, it is like with weight lifting. You have to do all the boring tedious repetitions before you get to shine and is able to do pull ups in full kit.
Being honest with yourself is a def. a good thing.
For me an important thing I will not indulge in is self pity. I think it is utterly ruinous and serves LITERALLY no good purpose. You can use being honest with yourself to toss self pity to the curb.
This rings vérité. I was going to start listing some epiphanies in my life, like when I realized drinking myself into oblivion wasn’t a good time, or that I couldn’t actually explain to others the justification for some views I had picked up from NPR, so instead I’ll just mention that of all the myriad instances I’ve seen of the use of myriad, yours is among a dearth of correct usages. Thank you, both for myriad and the piece.
I had a breakdown in 2009 (not proud of it either.)
but during that 6 months of mental misery, I became familiar with a few dark corners of my inner self, as well as a few major strengths and weaknesses, that I hadn't already formally recognized. most of that I'd like to think that I'd already identified previous to the breakdown... I've always been a bit self absorbed and aware of myself.
I like to think I'm pretty cognizant of myself overall, inside mentally, and physically as well. way more than most people I've met.
I'm sure it influences my decision making.
there are certainly conflicts between my predilections, desires, and analysis of what I have to do to get by in the subjective reality both inside and outside my own home environment, but I balance those conflicts between concrete external requirements (like paying off my house, keeping up on taxes so said house isn't sold on the courthouse steps by those who hold the power to void titlular ownership in the name of the State, and maintaining just enough of an aesthetic front not to be fined for violating the City's involuntary membership HOA standards set arbitrarily for all homeowners,) concrete internal requirements (like food, water, Slack time, and a certain level of climate control to increase my active time window) and ephemeral desires (like extra Slack, labor saving devices, creature comforts, and other first world luxuries.)
when I learned about a decade ago that most other people seem to have a more limited self awareness (mental and especially physical) then I started to really appreciate how mine feels a lot more complete. I originally had a lot more body awareness as an innate subsidiary function of analyzing everything, but until my breakdown I hadn't fully applied that analysis to the deliberately suppressed darker corners of my psyche. I kind of visualize that as moving the mostly useless, societally undesirable internal features from closets, chests, and boxes, into barred cells which at least let me observe the pacing prisoners within and keep them aerated so they don't get to decay into even more offensive zombie versions of themselves.
Such a talented writer. You express yourself so eloquently and yet with an economy of words, without filling blather. You have obviously done a lot of "the internal work" to be able to be so clear and honest with yourself as well as so candid with us. Thank you!
I love this piece. You are right. It may not be the smoothest, most pleasant path, but it is the only real way to go.
My parents had flaws like everyone else, but their biggest was lying to themselves pretty much about everything. My mom passed a year ago at 93 and my 97 yr. old dad still tells (always did) a fantastical account about their marriage and our family. The fantasy could not be more polar opposite than the truth and nothing he said outwardly ever added up. But I think it was their marriage, and this family dynamic overall, that drove me to become what my friend describes as a "truth-teller." (Her exact words, though, are important in the context she delivered them: "AL, nobody likes a truth-teller."). In other words, the lies, the wild interpretations of events, the statements that never matched up with reality grated so heavily on my psyche, that I became a die-hard realist. Though I didn't know it then, I even went to law school, not because I loved the law or was particularly good at arguing things, but because I saw it as a path or a guidebook to "truth." Taking a set of facts and honing in on what really happened or at least getting as close as I could to what was real. And it explained a lot of things that had been falsely engrained into my soul. Still working on all of this after several decades.
I have slowly learned that I can be less vocal about the truth (that part has not served me well), but I still have a hard time with that. I've got plenty of dark corners and a little more anger than I'd like. But boy has it served me well otherwise--a strong connection to my gut, an ability to discern fact from spin immediately and to use my bullshit meter to help guide my kids on their journeys. PS. My sister, one year younger, turned out just like them. She is literally a caricature of herself. Can't relate.
Just thinking about this yesterday... It is why repentance and confession, to God if no-one else, is the only way to be clean, and to move forward from the intolerable weight of one's choices and the consequences thereof.
Even if Christ had never bridged the gap between mankind and the Godhead, it would still be tho only way.
"Never, ever lie to yourself. Be 100% honest with yourself, all the time, no matter what, about who you are."
The corollary to that is you will spend your life in fantasy land, a most horrible fate for that person as well as everyone who's life they touch. So how does a person know they are in fantasyland?
When reason, logic and discourse are no longer allowed in mixed company.
I'll always reply at something of a tangent because of where my mind's at. But as you mention reproduction and succession, here's where my mind's at in this regard:
More intellectual/educated people have lower birthrates for multiple factors. c.f. Idiocracy opening scene still doing the rounds.
Donald Hoffman's Evolutionary Game Theory maths says that more truthful species die out, whilst only those fitter to the parameters flourish. Extrapolating this means that once a species (or member of a species) comes to ultimate truth it will stop reproducing. He further speculates that the entire of SpaceTime could be illusory (along with many contemporary physicists, and Plato and his homies). Thus sufficiently enlightened society will opt out and be at one with timeless perfections.
Perhaps we already have historical and contemporary examples of this including enlightened yogis who forgo almost even food let alone families. (Vows of celibacy in various denominations are meant to be around this, but when foisted upon their unenlightened recruits just leads to despicable deviancy) Whole groups within the Ebionites like the Gnostics felt this realm a false one made for suffering and often refused to have children so that no more sparks of Christ would be embodied, and get stuck or lost here.
I have created some sparks myself and will endeavour nevertheless to show them as much truth as they can cope with whilst optimising real enjoyment and light-heartedness when and where possible.
The bit about dark corners is also the distinguishing feature between someone not realising they are (borderline) psychotic, and someone who is (borderline) psychotic but realises it and experiences the psychosis as alien to their self. Not saying you is anywhere near that, it's just that it's the same divider as is used in therapy when ascertaining the patient's status, prognosis and so on.
Example, using a person I know very well: this person sometimes experiences delusions of the schizophrenic kind, a recurring one being the feeling that gravity is about to shift 90 degrees, thus inducing severe and acute vertigo and panic; "I'm falling into the wall!" which looks exactly like it sounds, the person literally "falls" into the nearest object. However, there is and always has been a total awareness that this is alien, wrong and harmful not to mention unnatural and impossible - which is why it was treatable using cognitive behaviour therapy. Had this person lacked awareness that the feelings and delusions were alien, no treatment would have worked other as temporary relief.
About lies: not to sound too snobbish I hope, but no-one needs resort to lying if they have at least a modicum of skill at word-crafying, and a little practice.
And truth takes many forms, that's the fun of it. Truth is a multi-faceted, multi-angled thing, always inversing itself into itself. I used this trick when finding myself as substitute teacher for a bunch of ten year olds supposed to get their first glimpse of philosophy:
Holding up a ruler: "Is this long or not?" And then just flow along as their answers and suggestions start coming. Compared to what? Seen from which end? And so on.
It's a shame philosphy and rethorics and logic isn't taught from age 5, when the mind and brain still is plastic - instead, every regime insists on trying to teach absolute truth, which is in itself an unsolvable paradox (unless one opts for the Abrahamic religious answer, which honestly looks like a cop out, philosphically speaking).
with writing, it is like with weight lifting. You have to do all the boring tedious repetitions before you get to shine and is able to do pull ups in full kit.
Being honest with yourself is a def. a good thing.
For me an important thing I will not indulge in is self pity. I think it is utterly ruinous and serves LITERALLY no good purpose. You can use being honest with yourself to toss self pity to the curb.
That point about the root of most unhappiness being lack of self-knowledge - and therefore authenticity - is criminally under-appreciated.
This rings vérité. I was going to start listing some epiphanies in my life, like when I realized drinking myself into oblivion wasn’t a good time, or that I couldn’t actually explain to others the justification for some views I had picked up from NPR, so instead I’ll just mention that of all the myriad instances I’ve seen of the use of myriad, yours is among a dearth of correct usages. Thank you, both for myriad and the piece.
I had a breakdown in 2009 (not proud of it either.)
but during that 6 months of mental misery, I became familiar with a few dark corners of my inner self, as well as a few major strengths and weaknesses, that I hadn't already formally recognized. most of that I'd like to think that I'd already identified previous to the breakdown... I've always been a bit self absorbed and aware of myself.
I like to think I'm pretty cognizant of myself overall, inside mentally, and physically as well. way more than most people I've met.
I'm sure it influences my decision making.
there are certainly conflicts between my predilections, desires, and analysis of what I have to do to get by in the subjective reality both inside and outside my own home environment, but I balance those conflicts between concrete external requirements (like paying off my house, keeping up on taxes so said house isn't sold on the courthouse steps by those who hold the power to void titlular ownership in the name of the State, and maintaining just enough of an aesthetic front not to be fined for violating the City's involuntary membership HOA standards set arbitrarily for all homeowners,) concrete internal requirements (like food, water, Slack time, and a certain level of climate control to increase my active time window) and ephemeral desires (like extra Slack, labor saving devices, creature comforts, and other first world luxuries.)
when I learned about a decade ago that most other people seem to have a more limited self awareness (mental and especially physical) then I started to really appreciate how mine feels a lot more complete. I originally had a lot more body awareness as an innate subsidiary function of analyzing everything, but until my breakdown I hadn't fully applied that analysis to the deliberately suppressed darker corners of my psyche. I kind of visualize that as moving the mostly useless, societally undesirable internal features from closets, chests, and boxes, into barred cells which at least let me observe the pacing prisoners within and keep them aerated so they don't get to decay into even more offensive zombie versions of themselves.
//end exposé
Such a talented writer. You express yourself so eloquently and yet with an economy of words, without filling blather. You have obviously done a lot of "the internal work" to be able to be so clear and honest with yourself as well as so candid with us. Thank you!
I love this piece. You are right. It may not be the smoothest, most pleasant path, but it is the only real way to go.
My parents had flaws like everyone else, but their biggest was lying to themselves pretty much about everything. My mom passed a year ago at 93 and my 97 yr. old dad still tells (always did) a fantastical account about their marriage and our family. The fantasy could not be more polar opposite than the truth and nothing he said outwardly ever added up. But I think it was their marriage, and this family dynamic overall, that drove me to become what my friend describes as a "truth-teller." (Her exact words, though, are important in the context she delivered them: "AL, nobody likes a truth-teller."). In other words, the lies, the wild interpretations of events, the statements that never matched up with reality grated so heavily on my psyche, that I became a die-hard realist. Though I didn't know it then, I even went to law school, not because I loved the law or was particularly good at arguing things, but because I saw it as a path or a guidebook to "truth." Taking a set of facts and honing in on what really happened or at least getting as close as I could to what was real. And it explained a lot of things that had been falsely engrained into my soul. Still working on all of this after several decades.
I have slowly learned that I can be less vocal about the truth (that part has not served me well), but I still have a hard time with that. I've got plenty of dark corners and a little more anger than I'd like. But boy has it served me well otherwise--a strong connection to my gut, an ability to discern fact from spin immediately and to use my bullshit meter to help guide my kids on their journeys. PS. My sister, one year younger, turned out just like them. She is literally a caricature of herself. Can't relate.
Just thinking about this yesterday... It is why repentance and confession, to God if no-one else, is the only way to be clean, and to move forward from the intolerable weight of one's choices and the consequences thereof.
Even if Christ had never bridged the gap between mankind and the Godhead, it would still be tho only way.
Thanks, Guttermouth.
That one hurt, but in a good way.
relevant comic:
buckets on their heads
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Love this.
"Never, ever lie to yourself. Be 100% honest with yourself, all the time, no matter what, about who you are."
The corollary to that is you will spend your life in fantasy land, a most horrible fate for that person as well as everyone who's life they touch. So how does a person know they are in fantasyland?
When reason, logic and discourse are no longer allowed in mixed company.