Delayed Flight Ruminations

There is a simplicity to existence that conscious ego will not

tolerate. Your existence just is. It is not planned nor intended.

You are, simply as you are. The most basic truth is so clearly in

front of your face-- base and predictable: human, primate, mammal,

life-- the truth bores as it insults ego. Delusions are so much more

interesting-- God, soul, love-- they are real in effect of our every

action, but they are as malleable as any childish whim. We shape

these delusions with every want and expectation. Try it. Expect love

and find it. Want God and see! The filters of perception are yours

to control-- we are masters to this shared delusion we often confuse

with reality.

 

These are simply ideals, and we breathe them as necessary as air.

What a curious primate.

 

Unfiltered reality-- what does that mean? Is it even possible? We

sometimes speak of it as beautiful, seeing things as they truly are--

but is not that beauty another delusion, another filter? Unfiltered

reality, I imagine, would be too boring and too simple to comprehend.

It would be data with no metaphor, no symbol system, and none of the

artful abstractions that we thrive on.

 

So then, curious primate, what is it that you want? Anything that you

consider worth comprehending is possible; but still you persist in

wondering about this most basic thing. Do what you like, and let none

be the judge, you cannot help to do otherwise.

 

We are masters to our own delusion. Do what you want and shape every

filter. Let life happen. Make art, love, and offer people a reason

for their existence to matter.

 

It is all poetry and art, and all blissfully useless.

Done