Everything we find in nature is a fractal, fitting into bigger and bigger replicas of itself, endless patterns, projected all around us like a hologram. The mandala is a classic example of a fractal conceptualization of reality.
There is mimicry from one system to the next, such as a solar system being a mini-galaxy, and life composed of smaller life down to the molecules; atoms seem to act like solar systems; yet it's all just energy.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
For some of us, we become what others want us to become and we have no idea we're doing it.
Like a chameleon, we camouflage our personality to avoid attracting the type of attention that would kill us socially, personally, or emotionally.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Behavior in certain situations demonstrates social engineering, or maybe it's just an artifact of our species.
When someone dies, friends and family mourn, remember, laugh, cry, wear black, dig a hole, and so forth--and people say catch phrases like "sorry for your loss", which is absurd and meaningless.
Yet people on their way to a funeral sometimes seem exasperated at having to get dressed up and waste time around dead bodies and sad people. Why go? The dead person certainly doesn't seem to give a shit if you're there or not.
Maybe it's more about what other people will think regarding someone not showing up to a funeral?
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Life is a prison.
I'm not talking about the fact of being alive--a creature that moves, consumes, and reproduces--but rather about the life as a human being in the social construct of human beings.
Our values, beliefs, traditions, and so on all imprison us in a particular way of thinking and feeling.
Friday, September 5, 2014
What is life? What's the point, really? We're born, raised, grow up, and then repeat the process (or continue it) by having offspring.
We accumulate material goods by indentured servitude (i.e. work) and if we don't, we can't live in a material world.
There is no escaping this system.
Monday, September 1, 2014
This is not real; there is no truth found in life.
We gaze at pictures, speaking as if the still images were alive and the people trapped within a paper prison; we see a reflection in a mirror, window, or water and can't help but notice ourselves, but it's not us at all--it's just an image of something else.