The game is rigged.
It was rigged from the start. You, yourself, are part of the rigging; your nature produces your failure, and your failure produces the conditions that prompt your next doomed try. What are you trying to do? At what are you failing?
You are trying, like Wile E. Coyote, like Chuck Jones, like me, to make some sense of the world. You are forming a notion; an idea of the rules. That notion only ever can be incomplete; your mind is a baffling supercomputer nevertheless hopelessly inadequate to the task of understanding the full terrible complexity of the world around you. That notion will be blown apart (or dropped off a ledge, or run over by a bus), and you will recognize that it has been, that it was fatally incomplete to begin with—and that recognition will be the first tenet of the new notion, the seed of the next failure. On and on you will go, making sense of the world, forming notions of order, and being surprised in ways large and small by their failure, forever.
Can you stop? My friend, trying to stop forming notions of order is forming another notion of order. Forming notions of order is what you are: Intellectus inadaequtus. There is no escaping. Your mind is the setup; reality is the punchline; your life is the joke. And like all others, it has rules. It isn’t chaos. It is order. It is the order.
What can you do? All anybody can do; the same thing you’ve always done; what you did when Wile E. Coyote pushed down on that detonator and blew himself up. You can laugh at it. It’s pretty funny. -- DeadSpin[HT: Five Feet of Fury – Kathy Shaidle ] Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 25, 2016 11:42 AM
Perfect yourself, or at least make yourself excellent, or perhaps somewhat better. As a side effect, you will better understand the sense and senselessness of our world, and accomplish
something beneficial in the world, and be thankful for your existence in this vale of tears.
Otherwise, you marinate in vanity of vanities and banality of banalities.
-- Thus mumbleth this preacher creature.
It is the epitome, the apotheosis of cynicism. I can appreciate it only on a completely horizontal plane of existence.
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at January 26, 2016 4:06 AMWe can only know anything about the world because we cannot know everything about it. But knowing this means we are able to escape Godel's theorems -- or slip past the inescapable circularity of our concepts -- and be receptive to the energies of the Transcendent Whole, AKA God. You could say that we can only know anything because someOne knows everything. Otherwise knowledge would be impossible and absolute nihilism would be the only option.
Posted by: Gagdad Bob at January 27, 2016 10:13 AM
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