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aquasaltstripes
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- Jul 2, 2023
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How do people who study science and neurology and stuff not lose their minds? Knowing that we're all just sort of slaves to the chemicals in our brains and primitive impulses. Everything else is just millennia of embellishment. As for me it really just drills in the meaninglessness and complete lack of control we have over it all. Like how everything we do is more or less a byproduct of the drive to survive until we reproduce and everything else is just a distraction, a side-quest. And why do I want to have control so much? (Probably a personal trauma thing, but still…)
I used to love consuming art and basked in the seas and cocktails of emotions it provoked in me, but now a great deal of it is ruined by my endless rationalizing and intellectualizing (which I can understand is a coping mech.). Like, "Oh, I'm only feeling these emotions because survival of the fitness and the people who listened to their emotions survive better and reproduced better" — etc.
Why does biology have to contradict itself so much? I crave agency because I need some sort of control to survive but the problem is that I want control over my past and human history which I don't. Or maybe it's all part of the plan and everything is designed to self-destruct, just as the sun is gonna explode and the universe is gonna cave in on itself (hypothetically, according to us, anyway) one day and we're just witnessing it on our own human scale, in real time?
I want to know where it ends, where's the escape. I feel my life is just an endless search for the perfect entertainment that will distract me from this bloody filthy mess. Is there such a thing as an ideal life form, completely beyond human comprehension, in another universe? Or is the ideal life form just nothing, just anything without consciousness is good.
I apologize for this mess of a post, stream-of-consciousness vent.
I used to love consuming art and basked in the seas and cocktails of emotions it provoked in me, but now a great deal of it is ruined by my endless rationalizing and intellectualizing (which I can understand is a coping mech.). Like, "Oh, I'm only feeling these emotions because survival of the fitness and the people who listened to their emotions survive better and reproduced better" — etc.
Why does biology have to contradict itself so much? I crave agency because I need some sort of control to survive but the problem is that I want control over my past and human history which I don't. Or maybe it's all part of the plan and everything is designed to self-destruct, just as the sun is gonna explode and the universe is gonna cave in on itself (hypothetically, according to us, anyway) one day and we're just witnessing it on our own human scale, in real time?
I want to know where it ends, where's the escape. I feel my life is just an endless search for the perfect entertainment that will distract me from this bloody filthy mess. Is there such a thing as an ideal life form, completely beyond human comprehension, in another universe? Or is the ideal life form just nothing, just anything without consciousness is good.
I apologize for this mess of a post, stream-of-consciousness vent.