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Say the weird thing.
Okay, I’ll play.
The self is an illusion.
I’m a meat sack with electricity flying through space.
I am the natural consequence of every action from the Big Bang to today.
I don’t have free will.
Most of what my brain does is done in the dark of my attention and even when I am making conscious choices I did not choose to become the type of person who would choose that choice over another.
We created god because we got smart enough to realize that we were gonna die. Evolution rewarded religion because dogmatic bonded communities with a shared myth had ways of tending to one another in ways that other tribes didn’t.
We are the product of superstitious ancestors who survived better because they believed in supernatural elements and that they made them more likely to survive.
All we know is that there is consciousness and we are no closer to solving the hard problem of consciousness than when we first phrased it. And objects and consciousness which we cannot know if they are real because our brain is limited by its own perception of reality. And when we try to observe what is real, what is real changes.
Our brain is doing so much that it created shortcuts so that you are not aware of most of it. And our brains are so wired into towards culting that even when we leave religion, we create a religion out of whatever our thing is: astrology, politics, whatever.
These evolutionary shortcuts worked when we were small tribes but now that our trews are bumping into each other, it will be the machine that destroys ourselves.
We have a 180 catalog brain biases that tends towards simplicity over complexity, loyalty to our tribes, the illusion of the self and all of that is not compatible to what we know about the modern world.
Anyone who accepts all this will inevitably be alone. There is a lot of lip service to leaving the matrix but in reality it’s very lonely.
The machine of evolution that says to survive at all costs and all of the shortcuts that created that survival will eventually be a machine that eats itself. Individuals can remove themselves to some degree but if you try to change the world, you will inevitably become a cult and you will become the monster that you were trying to destroy.
And even with all of that, there’s a way to structure with meaning and purpose and experiencing being, and being able to pop your head up in this universe, and check out what is going on where you still are glad you got to be alive, and it probably takes a little bit of privilege because you have to die so many times to get there and it’s very hard.
And in the end the only benefit that you get is that you know that you’re playing in reality which is little more than a shared hallucination rather than being in a delusion and not knowing that you are.
Invite me to your next party! ✌️
@nononsensespirituality, via masto, que l’on retrouve aussi sur Instagram
Bienvenue dans mon cerveau 😅.
The Swolf is a composite measurement in sports swimming that reflects how fast and how efficiently somebody is swimming. In contrast, time per distance (speed) neglects swimming technique, and the number of swimming strokes per lap neglects the purpose of competitive swimming: Covering a given distance in the shortest time.
Découverte du jour grâce à la montre : la mesure du Swolf en natation. Voilà un calcul qui m’intéresse davantage que la vitesse.
J’ai fait mon premier kilomètre (avec pauses) de l’année. Mon Swolf actuel a l’air de tourner autour de 40-45 lorsque je ne suis pas trop dérangé par les autres nageur·euses, on va voir si ça évolue ces prochains mois.
The other maintainer suddenly disappeared.
Le commit du jour.