Here it is, the big fat secret that nobody wants to admit to, acknowledge, or face…
Nobody, and I mean nobody, knows anything.
Everyone is making shit up as they go along.
They’re all winging it.
Guessing. Hoping. Wishing. Dreaming.
There are only probabilities, no certainties.
Language. Religion. Science. All make believe, only as “real” as the number of people who believe in them.
As Morpheus stated, “Your mind makes it real”.
But as much as you’d love to find someone who can explain it all, answer your questions, tell you what you should do, magically reveal your purpose or the grand secrets of the universe, alas, such a person simply doesn’t exist.
Oh sure, that doesn’t stop people from trying š Continue reading…
Crazy thought of the day:
Is it possible that weāre nothing but amusing sock puppets, worn and animated by a bored, schizophrenic universal consciousness?
Maybe.
Skepticism is wise, being closed-minded is unwiseā¦so I try to be an open-minded skeptic.
Now, I donāt want anyone to take anything too seriously (hell, maybe not seriously at all, that would make for a more enjoyable existence), but I do want people to think for themselves while remaining open minded and poking constantly at the nature of reality.
But as long as weāre poking at reality, and asking things like “what is real” and “what is true”, there’s no better place to start than with religion.
Religion is, frankly, easy to debunk (just use each religionās own contradictory religious texts and simple logic). Easy peasy, so not going down that rabbit hole here.
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While Forrest Gump may have seen life as a box of chocolates, in reality itās more like a big fucking bucket of crabs:
We live in a world full of crabs, err, people, most of whom are perfectly comfortable, or at least sufficiently complacent, chilling inside the bucket.
The world seems simple. Constrained. You can clearly see the limits of “reality”.
But what you see, like the people in Platoās Cave, is just an illusion.
And when some curious, rebellious motherfucker comes along and says things like āwhatās beyond the bucket?ā and maybe āletās go take a peekā, all those other comfortable/scared crabs are like āfuck you get back down hereā and ādonāt rock the bucket bitch, youāre making us look badā.
Fucking people, err, crabs.
As Naval Ravikant so eloquently stated, āLife is a single player gameā.
This post began life as a Twitter thread here, so forgive any oddities in formatting and flow!
Iām a Digital Nomad. For the last 13 months, my family and I have been traveling around the world. We spend 1-3 months in each city we visit. We started in Central America, but have spent the bulk of our time in Western Europe. This is a short thread of things Iāve learned. Continue reading…
