Musing - Chapter 1 - Part One
This is my first foray into the world of others opinions. I was provoked into it by a recent conversation with a colleague of mine.
My first impression was that he was a typical obsessed, possibly even bordering on Aspergers Syndrome, IT security guy. Well I was wrong. He is a philosopher, self aware, cogitator who in trying to understand the mindset of those who would do harm, ends up trying to understand everything. A nice guy!
It struck me as we spoke that the ideas, thoughts, musings within my own head were malformed from lack of airing. They need to take wing and be torn apart if they are to reform within me. What else could I do?
I have long since tried to figure out how a persons head can hold all of the huge formless clouds that collide and form points of view, morals or a compass to borrow another phrase. I speak on a metaphoric basis here, just in case anyone out there with a PhD wants to lambaste me with neurons, chemicals and all such biological facts. The essence of who we are, what we think is greater than the sum of all our biology. So how does our limited biology hold all of this together?
We extend our thoughts into actions by applying these collisions to the matters at hand. Maybe its a byproduct of the evolution of the brain that throws out such great ideas as many people have had in the past. Evolution that is only now taking advantage of the complex sponge within our craniums to promote us beyond a mere physical existence.
I believe that our evolution, our continued existence is not merely a matter of the physical. Our bodies exist for a finite period of time, in which we soak up all that we can. It cannot be the complete obliteration of the soul that awaits us. The complete obliteration of me.
Maybe Vernon Vinge got it right when he wrote of his version of the Technology Singularity. At some point in time we leave our corporeal existence behind, because we have a viable and thrilling alternative.
Those thoughts that form and reform, collide and change, can be molded into something that can exist long past the memory of our physical nature.
My colleague suggested I explore Tauism. He reckons that within that condensation of others thoughts I can find something to help me form those amorphous clouds into something real.
Musing while mulling over the recent past.
My first impression was that he was a typical obsessed, possibly even bordering on Aspergers Syndrome, IT security guy. Well I was wrong. He is a philosopher, self aware, cogitator who in trying to understand the mindset of those who would do harm, ends up trying to understand everything. A nice guy!
It struck me as we spoke that the ideas, thoughts, musings within my own head were malformed from lack of airing. They need to take wing and be torn apart if they are to reform within me. What else could I do?
I have long since tried to figure out how a persons head can hold all of the huge formless clouds that collide and form points of view, morals or a compass to borrow another phrase. I speak on a metaphoric basis here, just in case anyone out there with a PhD wants to lambaste me with neurons, chemicals and all such biological facts. The essence of who we are, what we think is greater than the sum of all our biology. So how does our limited biology hold all of this together?
We extend our thoughts into actions by applying these collisions to the matters at hand. Maybe its a byproduct of the evolution of the brain that throws out such great ideas as many people have had in the past. Evolution that is only now taking advantage of the complex sponge within our craniums to promote us beyond a mere physical existence.
I believe that our evolution, our continued existence is not merely a matter of the physical. Our bodies exist for a finite period of time, in which we soak up all that we can. It cannot be the complete obliteration of the soul that awaits us. The complete obliteration of me.
Maybe Vernon Vinge got it right when he wrote of his version of the Technology Singularity. At some point in time we leave our corporeal existence behind, because we have a viable and thrilling alternative.
Those thoughts that form and reform, collide and change, can be molded into something that can exist long past the memory of our physical nature.
My colleague suggested I explore Tauism. He reckons that within that condensation of others thoughts I can find something to help me form those amorphous clouds into something real.
Musing while mulling over the recent past.
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