Phi ramblings - Quote VI

 

      You don't have to believe in something in order to use or be used by it. Frankly, if he existed, I don't think he would give a damn whether or not we do believe in him. The ants don't believe in us, the superior, intelligent, smart-ass, self-awareness endowed humans, and they can't possibly comprehend anything beyond their area of expertise aka. day to day struggle for survival. So. Do ants believe in our existence? No... But they can see our actions... Now, they don't make a fuss out of it, they just handle it the way they handle anything, and that is the ant way. Now us humans complain we can't believe there is a God, because of our expectations on how a God would act if IT would exist. Can we possibly imagine how a superior being would act? Can we even infer such a thing? No. As Wittgenstein would put it: "If a lion could speak, we couldn't understand him". The same goes for upper ladder intelligence too. The lion does not understand us EVEN IF WE ROAR back at him... Now, can God understand our prayers? Debatable... Could he sense our struggle and turmoil and feel pity and love towards us? The answer is: WHY? Well, for some, it's just a hobby to tend for pets and care for animals down the food chain, and they revel in the fact that they can seemingly UNDERSTAND the feelings, needs and musings of a dog or a cat... Everything we do, we do BY HUMAN STANDARDS. Including the invention of a CREATOR who made us, go figure, in HIS shape, and not the other way round. We are the CREATORS of our own environment, which includes philosophical illusions. Can we ever prove God exists? Unlikely. Can we ever prove he doesn't? Well, that depends on what we mean by him existing at all. Is he a bearded old man, like Santa, or, is he young and beautiful like Jesus or vengeful, or ethereal. Is he an alien that genetically engineered us all, is he a quantum computer software, cold and precise like the laws of physics, or is he, or IT, just an inanimate super-intelligence, who doesn't give a squat about anything, more so, about tiny puny humans on a blue planet from a galaxy among thousand of thousands of trillion others. We can see a pattern. But we will always see and interpret a pattern by integrating FAMILIAR patterns, and NEVER could we ever be able to understand a thing that's entirely NOVEL in its most infinitesimal parts. We are born human, with the capabilities and hardware of a HUMAN. We are limited by the way the connections in our brain CAN be made. You can't bypass that. And neither can a computer program, because it was made by us humans using the algorithms and patterns we can come up with, being conditioned by our own "hardware". So does God exist? The answer to that, the ultimate answer is: "Yes and no, at the same time. Just like everything else." There is a mathematical proof for that. And although we can't put our finger on it, and touch it, it is the truth. We can only directly interact with the layer of reality on which we operate, both physically and mentally. Now us humans are so smart, that we have built extensions to our senses, and explored the limits of reality, both big and small. But when we get too close to either too big or too small, our familiar concepts no longer seem to work. But how come the whole thing doesn't collapse or crumble and just stay that way? The inner nature of everything eternal lies in the ability to be and not be at the same time. Everything was, and everything will be. Forever. And with sufficient time and space, things that were, will be again EXACTLY the same... Now, if you are dead, you are dead. Time does not exist when you are not there to experience it. What does that give? The answer is nothing short of an epiphany.

Phi ramblings - Quote V

      A God using a third party, trying to impose psychological shit on the symbolic-animal abomination He just created, is just like a software engineer sending his secretary to talk the software, he himself programmed, into being reasonable, while being aware of all the code's inherent flaws, at all times. Not just completely useless, but highly fucked-up as well... The logical flow breakdown leads to spiritual fallacies that are claiming human lives in exchange for validity. Death vs. Truth: Who will be the last standing?
The randomness of chaos will eventually bring to surface an ultimate truth, just like the random monkey typing random characters on a random keyboard in a random universe will, eventually, not just get to re-write part of a well known Shakespearean drama, but also, come up with a recipe for a better world! Why not a recipe for a worst one, you may say... Well... Friend... Disaster does not need a recipe. Disaster is the way things are BOUND to go... I pray entropy will get easier on you. Amen...

Phi ramblings - Interlude I

"Mama, tata, exista Dumnezeu?
-Intreaba-te singur
-Si daca ma intreb singur, nu imi voi raspunde tot eu? 
-E acelasi lucru..."

Phi ramblings - Quote IV

      Communication transcends mere language. The Truth transcends mere concepts. I cannot SPEAK or WRITE down, on what I am, or what I feel... I can only help you experience it yourself. There is no teacher. Ever.

Phi ramblings - Quote III

      Sky above, night-sky below, never still, always on the move, always and never quite here, stillness and permanence are an illusion, and falling and flying are just different sides of the same coin... like life, and death, of course, and where it is death, there is pain and fear, and where it is life there is pleasure and DESIRE...

Phi ramblings - Quote II

      We all get to know the truth, sooner or later. It's not a race... It's just that, as stupid and unlikely as it may seem... We gain nothing by being smarter... Just an embellished perception of the world... A way to witness and perceive life in a more elaborate way... It's more of a work of art, than a proper solid achievement. It's the stuff dreams are made of, not pure biological pleasure. By being smarter and more spiritually endowed, we get to live a fuller and happier life... That is a thing that a stupid person wouldn't even think of. It's a matter of quality, not quantity... It's a matter of taste and sense, not the satisfaction of being full to the brim... More? No... Better? No...
THE BEST!

Phi ramblings - Quote I

  Walking the fine line between life, and death. Or the fine line between madness and genius. Between fear, and heroism... Or the even thinner one between love and hate. That's where you'll always find me, struggling to keep my balance, against all odds. My body makes me an animal, my conceptualization makes me human. But it's my heart, as trashed as it may seem, that makes me alive. How many of you people are alive? How many of us are REALLY alive? And when the ones that are really alive come to pass, does it really matter to anyone? Sometimes I get tired from keeping my balance, and feel like letting go... But then, I realize, that even if I let go, my heart will still pull me upwards, to where it really belongs. All I need is someone who will understand what I have to say when I'm silent. For that is when my eloquence surpasses all conceptual barriers. That is the moment when I speak the inner truth...

Phi ramblings - opening quote

       
       Psihologia, ca stiinta a sufletului, nu te poate ajuta sa intelegi decat jumatate din ceea ce reprezinta o fiinta umana... Cealalta jumatate apartine naturii instictuale, animalice...
E jumatatea care nu are nevoie sa invete sau sa inteleaga, pentru a supravietui...
Iar daca spiritul te va indemna vreodata sa spui: "Cogito, ergo sum!",
trupul iti va raspunde sarcastic:

"Sum, ergo cogitas..."

Random acts of thinking - I

I'll always remember that magic Thursday... Somehow, in that fleeting glance, we lived it all... One second, of one day, of one lifetime. Truth is, there are moments that are so good, that you'd wish for the curtains to fall, and the title card to spell THE END, then fade to black. Is there anything left to happen after supreme happiness? IF anything, we all know it's quite the opposite. So we wanna make sure it ends up somewhere on "the bright side"... But, can't we just balance things up and chill and forget... We'll be balanced, and chilled, and unable to remember things, whether 6 feet under, or spread out by the hot summer winds... If life is a struggle, then all we really need to do is fight, and give it the best we never thought we're capable of. To what ending?
Well, friend... It seems like the ending never mattered anyway.