Showing posts with label being philosophical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being philosophical. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 December 2017

PROFOUND OR PHILOSOPHICAL ON GAB.AI

It have a big post coming ..

But in the meantime I've been gabbing on ..


It's a good alternative to Twitter who along with others are crushing free speech unless it fits their own narratives.

I don't know if many use it but I've tried to keep things short and sweet .. being philosophical clashes with my very nature and attitude .. being profound is not something I have ever been associated with.

So being philosophical or profound?





















The are more .. there will be more ..

.. every single one of them mine.

Thursday, 28 April 2016

DEEP THOUGHT

Deep Thought

Life is ... strange.

I often wonder what it is all about. Who are we? Why are we here? Where are we going? What lies in wait for us at the end of the universe?

These are the questions that have played making for a millennia.

So much is this so that we came up with our own ideas to put some sense into it all be coming up with various ideas and stories that still persist and are believed today. Unfortunately it is also one of the main things that actually have held us back from both venturing further afield and the answers.
Religion.

I'm about all that you can see, all that you can touch, all that you can solve. Though admittedly I have difficulty solving issues a lot closer to the ground and should be a great deal easier.

I cannot go a day without asking questions about my own life and it's path. Was it preordained? Is there anything in the way of continuation? After failure do you get to come back again and have another crack at it?

Would I want to have another crack at it?

Therein lies one of the most important questions if the modern world. In the most unlikely of places and in our own stress and efforts there exists the clues to state that we do return. I wonder if there is something just as mysterious as quantum mechanics that has a role in all this or indeed it is in fact quantum mechanics that plays a part?

Are their rules?

If you have had a difficult life but stayed good do you get rewarded with your next life? Do you come back to a rewarded life?

Would make perfect sense except for the fact that you don't recall your old life, or only do so briefly when your a child.

Do you get to choose?

What if you come back as someone with physical faults? How about someone horrid? Someone driven by ancient animal instincts? A killer?

The very idea sends a shiver down my spine!

Hence why I wonder if you have a choice.

Scientists strive all their lives, will true scientists, to achieve something, to progress technology, to further advance mankind. Why would we have the strive to do that unless deep down we knew we were coming back?

I often think that way. I often wonder about the advanced of computing or astronomy. I ask myself if I will live long enough to see certain things or that if I come back would I get to see them in my own life?

Maybe even our phobias are some reminder of previous lives as something seeps through? I myself have two phobias with one being claustrophobia, but has to be a very confined space indeed. The other is a fear of heights but like claustrophobia this has to be beyond a certain height.

I wonder if I fell to my death in a previous life and redundant memory is awoken whenever I look down from a high enough height?

I cannot even stand to see other people, especially children, bear the edges of a cliff edge. I want to run over and drag them back and away from the danger.

Always that that was odd, even though it's been like that since I was around 12 years old. But then back then I was always standing in for kids being beaten on and not able to protect themselves.

Is it always our animal genes that makes us behave in horrid ways to each other or something much deeper? Whenever I would watch programmes about ghosts being contacted, senses or contacted by clairvoyants they would pick up on happy souls, angry and even evil. So is it our basic animal instincts or is it our souls that possess these traits?

If it's our souls I should come back as a similar person to that I am right now? A comforting thought especially if I can shed the things I don't like about myself.

It's it's our genetics … this thought troubles me as I could come back as something I currently despise. That creates a strong shudder. SHUDDER!

I stated earlier about coming back to see scientific advancements that I might get to see and it might be nice to see a better run society with people treating each other a great deal better? The trouble is I am also aware that because of the lack of memory of a previous life I would not therefore appreciate seeing these advancements.

I am aware of this because I am probably doing this right at this very moment. As are you!

I've always know since a child that this planet has a limited lifespan and just like any young scientist, especially also interested in animals and wildlife, you wonder why life revolves?

Is it done race that starts to see if we can evolve which enough to survive the fate of our world and spread out among the stars? There are certainly plenty of films and TV series that leans to this kind of future. Once it comes will we be the only ones to leave or would we make sure we are accompanied by other forms of life?

Maybe in some way other species sense this and decide to learn to live around us, among us?

Animals, however, must see there would as infinite? Or do they? They themselves are not infinite but maybe they do see themselves as so?

Until they learn to speak we remain in the dark on that one.

Dogs and cats are the obvious ones to think of but we have many more pets that range beyond the domestic and into the exotic. A quick scan of my YouTube channel will show you that I am more of the latter than the former. Amphibians is my thing followed by reptiles, fish and orchids.

I always felt an affinity to flight, for some reason. I loved the Superman films and comics as a kid as well as fighter aircraft, both American, Russian and our own British jet fighters. As I got older I learned that my great grandfather was a test pilot for Avro and the RAF and died in a plane crash testing the fore runner to the infamous Lancaster bomber, called the Avro Manchester. I remember being told he veered away from houses and crashes into trees. So much sounding like that I would have done. There are even mentions in several books about the accident and my great grandfather's name.

Again there are videos of the books and name on my YouTube channel. Asking with my other interests.

I have felt an incredible amount of underachieving in my life, despite my best efforts. As I become ever more hampered by one terrible health condition combined with a couple of others, everything I tried seem to fall flat on its face.

As the decades have now gone by I have felt someone cheated.

Being into technology and computers I've wondered about the creation of artificial intelligence along with the possibilities of uploading our own minds into a computer. Or perhaps better still a robot or cybernetic organism? A cyborg.

I became aware there are those that also think along these lines, though how many of them are scientific or just sci-fi fans I do not know. Not that it truly matters. They call themselves ‘Transhumanists’.

I cannot help but wonder if they have had similar lives and felt cheated as I have done?

My father said to someone once that I had “...never had a fair crack of the whip!” referring to the bad luck and things that had gone wrong. He also thought I would ultimately succeed in my endeavours. He has been dead 13 years or so, thanks in no small measure to the BBC, and probably good that he was not around to see the last thirteen years? But then maybe half the things would not have happened had he been around?

Who knows?

Maybe these things are why I became such a fan of the game series of Deus Ex? I loved the film Ex_Machina too but hated the ending beyond belief!

A writer that truly doesn't understand computers.

Create something that behaves like an animal intentionally but a dog never kills it's master. Or the person that just helps it, especially if it desires soo much to be seen as human, or a living being.
Maybe the human race is designed to have the technology that is like that of the Deus Ex games? Body parts that are lost are replaced by ones that are the same shape but are totally artificial and stronger than the body part list and can perform version things. Augmented limbs and such? The idea behind the games is how the world would react to people like this, stronger than your average person or with powers.

Not a lot different to tools someone might carry today about their person on their way to a job? They are hardly about to start shooting projectiles at high speed from various body parts. But people will naturally fear the possibilities decades or even hundreds of years before they happen.

Just look at global warming.

No one really knows why it is. No one knows if it can be reversed or even halted altogether. But worry about it everyone is and that's an understatement in most cases. Because a majority of bad scientists wanting so bad to appear on TV jumped on the bandwagon that sensationalist journalists love do much, impending doom, the majority still believe it and panic.

In my experience almost everyone cannot see the wood fit the trees, even when individual trees are pointed out to them. I find that many refuse to see the trees and shake their heads and refuse to adjust their focus. Like there is some kind of invisible comfort in the woods but individual trees are too much reality for them to take?

Would this be the genes to blame for this or instead, the soul?

If these realities are ignored in some ignorance that brings about the bliss then why do we live or accept a world like this? What is so big a problem that to change the way that we live becomes impossible?

Even at the idol end of the spectrum, don't get me started, why do overpaid actors think they should get ever higher and ludicrous pay-checks while the series of TV programmes or films they star in are losing ratings and therefore money?

It seems ignorance exists everywhere while intelligence and even simple common sense does not?
A strange species we are. Yet we constantly perceive ourselves to be so much more than we are. While we let these ancient instincts of deadly sins to rule is which often means it's others that suffer.
How often have we loved following relationships on TV and films only to be surprised at a later date that the two actually hated each other? Even to the extent of having things arranged so that the time spent together filming is only restricted to a couple of days each week?

It never ceases to amaze me each time this occurs. Badly acted soap operas not included in all that.
Then you wonder which one is the villain, if they are both as bad as each other or there had just been some stupid misunderstanding?

We are our own worst enemies a large majority of the time.

So where are we going?

I ask that because the answer may be completely different to the question … Where is it we want to be going?

Sometimes just simply asking two questions looking identical but asked ever so slightly differently that can stop us in our tracks and make us question our own answers. Question whether or not we indeed have the right answers. We still often don't realise that we don't.

I see this every single day.

Much more money, effort and resources are placed into things that are, for want of a better word, charades. Falsities. Lies. I am not speaking of the ones that I have recently and mostly blog about. I'll let you decide that of which I refer to.

So the ultimate question is, how long.

More specifically how long before we realise what we are doing and change it?

Maybe a more important question is whether or not this wrong way has impaired of chances of survival, made them impossible or will do so at some point.

A very catastrophic meteorite strike, series of large earthquakes, comet or realising our yellow sun expanding into a red giant star in 100 years, if we are lucky to get a warning and predict it, would soon make everyone realise.

The question would then be is it a realisation too late.

Another one would be are we worthy of being saved. Are we add a species far too amoral individually and too linked back to our primate ways to make a life out among the stars?

These are questions I had hoped I would love long enough to see answered. Or at least have the obvious answer changed.

With my father and Uncle dying at ages 8 years from my own age and me showing far more symptoms of this hereditary illness than they did, it doesn't look very likely.

But, who knows?

Maybe I will be pleasantly surprised in a number of levels and in a number of ways over the next 8 years?

I've certainly worked hard towards that.

I don't currently possess all the tools to do everything I want to and have to make do with what I have and what I can afraid together. But this could change at any time. With a little luck, that is.

I wonder when those driven by avarice stop and instead of setting up loans companies with interest rates of over 1000% per annum are replaced by companies or organisations that actually do something good or worthwhile?

I wonder when organisations that advertise that they help people are displaced by ones that actually do that? I've wondered about doing something along these lines myself.

Yes, I had a vision. A vision to do something on a very large scale that did good and caught many people's attention. I also hope that this would act as a kind of catalyst. That others would follow suit and there would be created a whole sea of similar organisations and companies?

Well we can all dream.

It's a nice dream. Likely will only ever stay a dream, again who knows?

Instead I spend my time looking for helpful dolphins in a sea of sharks. Like some animals that are predatory and mimic their prey to be able to get close, some sharks appear like dolphins. But once you get closer enough and waste a lot of time and money getting there, they are seen for what they are.

I am a restless person. I don't know why but lately it's been changing and heading in the opposite direction. Oddly I spent many years not being able to sleep and never saw an end to it. Then out of the blue this changed and not only do I sleep something close to normal but I also tend to start nodding off in the day. Very recently and in the past few days I've felt like I've had a seizure or fit coming on as I've nodded off. I know the feeling as I've had it before and get something like it when my postural hypotension kicks in.

Weird.

What I don't know is whether or not my inability to sit down and actually read and enjoy a book, scientific of course.

I've spent years with this endless desire to get out the house and do things. I've never understood it. Now it's changing and I don't know how it why this is happening and it feels oddly uncomfortable. Once again I don't know why.

I'm ruled by things I don't understand and worse still I can't control. Not being able to control it and feeling a slave to it if what drives me to distraction most of all. Drives me insane.

But I see a lot worse each and every day. In others locally, nationally as well as globally.

I control much of myself but it's these few that get to me most of all.

A bit like when I hear in some documentary how perfect or bodies are, the things they do and a wonder of nature. Yeah? You want to try spending a few weeks in my body, pal!

I'm constantly amazed at the things that don't work, don't work properly or just breakdown from time to time.

My sinuses have a habit of blocking up just as I'm in bed and about to go to sleep. What's up with that?

Parts of my body send pain messages to my brain when there is nothing wrong with them! This is a trait for Fibromyalgia where a link in your central nervous system that's taken the right whack, started firing off signals ask over the place.

But today we move about quickly in moving vehicles from simple push-bikes, to motorbikes, cars, vans lorries and aircraft. These have only been about for a hundred years and when coming to an abrupt stop those links get kinked further. We have not had long enough to evolve to deal with these sudden changes in movement and speed.

I would hate to come back and suffer from Fibromyalgia all over again. But then maybe the drugs will be better and those that suffer from it will be treated better? One can only hope.

But I'm not naïve enough to think it's only Fibromyalgia Syndrome that is treated, or indeed not treated, in this way.

But then that's the thing is it not, the naivety of the majority send to be that which is exploited by those we choose to govern the things most important to us?

But how do we ever stop it?

Is it simply a question of making enough people aware of it taking place, as I've chosen to believe?

Or if that we have not evolved enough to take that much information on board and retain it?

I for one hour it's the former and not the latter otherwise I might have to refuse coming back into another human being fit several hundred years?

If I ever want to come back at all, that is?

Certainly another life like this one and I would have to pass.

Our bodily functions also limit is. We have to eat so much and we are tied to being in close proximity to a toilet. If we lived to 200 years of age and only needed food and a toilet a third of the time that we do, putting men and women on Mars would be a cinch! But we don't, we do and it isn't.

I used to imagine manning a space station orbiting Pluto and even started writing a sci-fi novel with the main character doing that very thing.

Like many other things I started, several novels included, they never got finished. Some never got started fit several years either.

Society as we know it is just so messed up and inefficient it simply is not true. Tell that to those that govern and run and I'll bet you will be told a thousand reasons why it is run correctly. Shame they don't just answer the questions, admit it to themselves and others and work to do something about it.
God knows how many more years will pass before we do correct our ways?

Speaking of which, I often wonder at what period in the future we will realise what's wrong with today and look back and frown upon this period?

The writing is simply on the wall for that one and it's not a case of ‘if’ but ‘when’. Ten years?

Twenty? Fifty? Perhaps as much as 100 years but think it will be way before that.

Lately I've been wondering about the even more immediate trouble with infections becoming immune to antibiotics. Come as a bolt from the blue that one. Did think it was some way off and a bit of scaremongering until I read about Super Gonnerhea, that is.

Maybe it's nature's way of telling us there are too many of us?

There had to be reasons and answers to everything. It is just the way I look at and approach everything. Unfortunately life is appearing to not be long enough to answer everything, but just half of everything would have been nice.

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

UNDER A MELANCHOLY SUN

What a strange day.

Water fountains flow in the autumn sun in a place previously hidden.

It is an era of an eve.

Melodies play while voice speaks of the games people play.

Ducks paddle in miniature square ponds.

People stand about enjoying the warm rays of gold while others take photographs.
It is a time for pondering.

To research avenues that may be needed and via no more than through though processes.

Annoying when all one awaits is the next number in a series of numbers.

Watchers whisper to the wind waiting impatiently to be proved right.

While the one wonders to the days ahead with fear and trepidation.

Through life one gambles, the game unfortunate but inevitable.

The gambles on occasion hold the highest stakes.

To succeed lack of focus will ruin the day forcing one to rue.

In the end those who have lost must learn again to live.

Buy they must pay a price.

To some the price is high.

To others the price would be greater and attached with longevity.

It is a melancholy day.

A day of distraction.

For the final outcome is imminent.

The path trod nearing its destination.

The outcome inevitable.

The prices to pay lay patiently in wait.

The truth is nigh.

There remains no more running.

For there are no destinations until the truth will out.

Will this be the week of what might have been?

Not long to wait now.

The sun's fading energy warms the clothing.

I am left wondering if that sun will turn cold?

A winter of nothing more than that melancholy sun.

Sunday, 6 July 2014

THE LOST ART OF PHILOSOPHY

Being philosophical is a funny thing. You can be philosophical these days and it is lost on many. Mostly.
I like to think it's almost always and as the ravages of time trundle on become more obvious and eventually to all and not before to long.

The whole point of being philosophical is to force others to think, even if the situation seems a bit .. harsh at times.

Some choices and indeed some facts are a little hard to take and often ignore entirely while leaving all kinds of excuses in your wake.

If faced with the end of society as we know it and indeed even civilization hard choices would be forced upon us that we would need to make and that which is obvious may not always be the case. Plans may exist on who would be chosen to survive any impending collapse in society. But are the choices made the correct ones? In why given situation how do we ever know the worth of one persons skill over another?

The fact is we do not and could never hope to know the truth unless it is experienced by which it is too late. Extremely rare are the occasions whereby any one person survives a series ordeal and returns to tell the tale. History, of course, does not go back far enough, are decidedly patchy and based on limited intelligence and understanding of the time.

Of course in the modern world any horrific events needs to be fuse survived in order to fully inform others. Provided technology duress not completely die out this can be done with no more than an tiny mp3 recorder, otherwise a lot of painter and ink is required, plus contents absence of water.

Though in some cases it can and will be obvious which skill sets are completely redundant but this would friend largely on the tools and means of survival. Time would also play a factor in any given decisions made.
But what be the point of any data provided if no one switches on the tape or had the ability to listen to observations made? This would surely be a waste of experience and knowledge? Chances lost to right the wrongs of decisions past to make things less ... painful in any given future.

So the scale of any given situation of having data to act on varies greatly and from merely more comfortable, to less painful to striving to survive against all the odds!

The end result regardless of the severity of any situation is the same, make things easier by bit making the same mistakes! Or try to inform those behind you from making a whole set of new mistakes.

But what if the recording device is handed to people and they fail to listen. What if they refuse to listen?

Is that any less naive whether this be to steer making away from mistake or from certain doom? I fail to see any difference between the two, it is simply an inability to take on board data that makes a difference in the future.

Of course in any theoretical situation of a collapse in society or in the human race globally with any group their will be those looking out for themselves. Without any sensible reasons as to why. In a hypothetical situation and giving a group of petiole skill sets that are not their own who are then voted to not be included among the main survivors they writing still argue their point, even in a theoretical situation. Because it is the basic animals instinct to not want to face being left behind, desire the hypothetical situation they are in. Our human instinct which bubbles up from that R Complex in the brain fails to see the intelligent and hypothetical side to it and still receives the drive to protect themselves. Deep down at the real root of things we still are unable to differentiate the reality in certain situations.

For the longest time I struggled to think of a theorem to get a message over to all. But what I had on my side was time so was never desperate to do these things far too quickly. A combination of emotional, harsh, gentle, philosophical and anger were all told I had to use in various ways with varies things that occurred both previous to the existence of my musings as well as during its existence.

I think with the hero of some outside influences I have finally managed to come up with the core of my beliefs in a very simple way and keeping things as short as is humanly possible?

I believe that this post on its own will have over a message as well as explain what I have been unable to do to those in my own life.

Rome was not built in a day.

This old adage exists for a millennia for very good reason. But many I know thought that I, a man with no known name, could do this in a few weeks or months. In not doing this it was then decided that I never would.

But then I never intended that I would.

That, dear readers, I'd the job of others. Mainly those that read the musings of this blog.

This of course means you!

Without musings we are nothing.

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

THE VIOLINS OF MY SEARCHING SOUL

A series of violins sway and peak evoking a sound that can only convey a yearning heart.

The crests of a wave I ride to entertain myself with new ideas and new notions from that, that the web provides. Medicority abounds and waffles ensues and I find myself waning in interest.

What is it that drives us and the longong to know that of peace and tranquility.

It followed a ride in a warm Spring sunshine.

But for the surprise of the early warmth enveloping and unsusoecting it also brings surprises.

Quite from the blue comes a escape of energy leaving one limbering and panting to some surprise and the warmer than expected air along with a close while dense closeness sapped energy that was low at the start of things.

Oh how the violins match that of my heart and the longing for something hidden from view.

While plans long in the life run their final courses the need to find that which brings forth new focus is eagerly sought out. Be it objects of desire or mrely tools of creation the search continues on.

One wonders if the focus can come from sources quite unexpected.

Could it be that from the mists that encircle my life a figure can appear that provides that answers to the questions I still search for?

Cursed be the limitations of motion that plague my days current and those gone by. Such wonders will not be stumbled upon so close to hand. The word search does imply travel and this not be the place to find treasues of the changes needed my such a soul.

I what do many things for such a thing as wings. The very thought of flight forces visions of freedom while not shackled in place as such I am of late. But shackles require keys and keys require forging.

So it be that the journey travelled thus far is one seeking the skills to forge ones own keys.

Be it true that keys have been forged and of late into the locks they be placed.

A series of doors I await their opening with eagerness to view their secrets and finally tell that they keys worthy of the time taken in forging.

All the while a merry dance I lead so keep hidden my true nature so that over confident opponents that become over zealous by their own arrogance see that the other paths have been sealed shut and remain they will forever and a day.

In place there be the events that if come to frutition will force into the light of the hues of lime that which has been achieved in times now past.

Souls require direction and have yearning and thus far many seeds have I sowed and attempts to bring forth the fruit I need to see horizons new.


Many months gone before far fewer now approach and soon the fruits of ones labour may arise into ones view.