empirical reality

march 23rd
a similar idea to midsummer night’s dream.

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
(English majors out there, please correct me if i’m totally butchering my interpretation. I tend to do that)

are we all just actors on a stage?
or is it just one actor,me, on this stage?

there are the moments when you wake up and can’t differentiate between dream and reality.
when you remember that you mistook dream for life just a while ago.
and you question your roots in the real world? how much of this is real?
is this not a dream?
and was that dream not just a dream in a dream?

we think we’re all in this together but you don’t know what the other people is thinking. we are only aware of our own thoughts.
what is there to say that it’s not just you alone on this stage.

it’s about connectedness. the moment when you’re connected to a person, the emotional rapport you build, the genuine smile you give each other.
it feels real and in that moment you don’t think  you could be alone.

and what of trees and plants. if they have life, what is their role. just agents in this grand stage.
at moments when you feel connected to the world. you feel alive and awake.

life is a sensory journey.
what we sense is what we perceive to be true.
but there is not truth to that.

yet again, when happens when all is said and done or when you part ends? where do we go then?
the play is unscripted and any moment our part may end. it is fearful yet puts us on the edge of our chairs and makes us question.

what say you?

quasi-socratic dialogue with myself

me: I sat on a bus today and saw white trash. I walked and saw the occupy Providence movement. I also saw Buddha Timsina.
me: What did you learn from that?
me: I don’t know what to think of the occupy movement. Freedom of speech is a right. that’s fine. Freedom is your no.1 right. that’s fine too. But no-one every promised prosperity as a right
me: Maybe they think life is unfair.
me: Life is inherently unfair because Buddha Timsina is 16 and he’s a refugee. He’s had barely any education. He’s trying to survive in a country where he doesn’t the language. I’ve now had 16 years of schooling under my belt and tons of people who have rushed to my rescue when I needed it. But he still smiles everyday.
me: But shouldn’t we make it more fair at least?
me: How? how do we even measure fairness? What do I do with the cripples, the babies who die in their mother’s wombs?
me: That’s true.
me: You can’t do anything about it. The system is inherently flawed. Our lives are largely determined by our initial conditions. No one promised prosperity. The only fair thing in this world is sacrifices and the rewards and sacrifices are not even balanced. It’s a fact that you gain something by lose something else. You lose freedom by having more responsibilities. You lose time by gaining knowledge. If we want someone to gain, someone else in the system has to lose, like in a poker game. The universe is finite. On a very cosmic scale, our lives are a function of the distribution of that finite resource. There is a tiny bit of input in that system, it’s what you have. That’s the only thing you can control. If you want something, you’ll have to lose something else. Everyone needs to know that fairy-tales don’t exist.

edit: read this perfect article this morning summing up these thoughts: http://nymag.com/news/features/my-generation-2011-10/