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A thought just came to me…perhaps I should try and write it down?

– On the nature of writing and the prevalence of the internet –


A thought just came to me…perhaps I should try and write it down?
A word, an idea – the utterance of a phrase which bubbles and swells into a raging river of conscious thought. Perhaps I ought to write these thoughts down? So many times I have found, such thoughts slipping through my fingers, and into the deep empty stillness of moments past. It is quite a remarkable invention, adaptation – whatever you wish to call it. I’m talking about language that is. The ability to convey thoughts so superbly – the depth of meaning and insight that can be crammed into a few blobs of ink and a couple of sheets of paper is simply astounding. This process has been refined through the intentional modifications of an arguably highly developed primate since its original inception. In this technological revolution, the golden era of science – we find ourselves expressing our thoughts ever more frequently through the process of writing. I find it very interesting to observe how uniquely yet effectively we as individuals do just this, with the aid these technological innovations. From humble beginnings, scrapings upon once bare lifeless stone, the historians of prehistory – to the now widespread and prevalent use of the internet; emailing, web link compilers, social networking sites and the like. We have come a remarkably long way it seems. All these are seemingly rather interesting and novel adaptations, born of necessity and chance, by a still young and inquisitive species.

I speak to you as if I am separate and distinct from this very revolution in language and the spoken word. The pervasion of such innovations in communication however, I believe have very much altered my life immeasurably. Yet still, despite being so well traversed in the strange and wonderful of the internet, I am by no means afraid to admit, I often struggle to find the words to properly articulate my thoughts through these very new prevailing systems devised. This seems strange, doesn’t it? Surely, writing, only second to speaking and thinking, should come naturally to us all? And by no means is it that I cannot write, my problem remains, what to say? Is something worth being said, simply by virtue of the former two? That it can be thought and spoken? Mankind has always struggled to find absolute truth. Why are we here? How did we come to be? What is our inevitable fate? How should we treat one other? All profound questions that to date we have still not managed to answer with any degree of certainty. While we do as individuals seemingly have a greater voice in the big wide world of the internet, and an unprecedented access to words and ideas, it seems we are no closer to finding any real objective truth.

I know what you’re thinking now, this guy’s against the internet, this dude hates free speech. Now, before I start receiving hostile stream of comments. I just want to clarify; I do not question that the internet is truly a marvel of mankind, and firmly believe that free speech is integral to any real democracy. My problem is simply, the ability to write and express one’s view, to have a voice, is a responsibility in itself, a privilege of its proprietor, and not a right of the beholder. Of course as it stands, you can speak, think and write without constraint, and I don’t think this ought to change at all. My concern is simply perhaps we ought to change the manner in which we think, in which thoughts we choose to share with others. It is my belief that one is obliged to ascribe a certain level modesty, an open objectiveness to their thoughts and actions alike. Any fool can write – any person with an internet connection and some time to kill can express themselves and their ideas with little hindrance. But often I find, there is very little thought given to the meaning or validity of what is written and shared. For instance, I have often found many popular websites littered with comments from seemingly depraved and misinformed persons, spreading their venomous hate and repugnant ignorance with little obstruction. Yes, the internet is wonderful, but are we collectively making full use of its capacity to bring our thoughts together? Are we fully capitalising on its benefits to answer the truly important questions? I again, am by no means exempt from such behaviour. Many a time, I have found myself talking shit, to be quite frank with you. To people who are almost invariably, talking shit. And realization has slowly crept up behind me, from the shadows in which it hath lain hidden; that if we’re all just talking shit, then when are we ever going to get to any real truth?

That’s enough shit for today…and with that, I leave you, as I have nothing of any importance to say, nor any further significant insights left to divulge  Till next time, friends.

Who am I? What am I?

– A short philosophical article with an accompanying poem –

Who am I? What am I?

I am something…a bundle of mass that thinks and feels.
Protons and neutrons that blur around in a blurry haze,
Molecules crafted by time and chance to produce me, a living entity.

Yes, I think and feel,
and perhaps I am something real,
but I am no different to things that simply are.

The conscious manifestation of the universe,
I try to put it down in a verse,
What it is that makes me, me – and what it is that makes you, you.

I am embody all that is known,
I am aware of all that has been,
and I know of things yet to come.

Yes I have my own place in time like others,
this arrangement is unique to me
for this one moment in history,
within a boundless ocean of space and time.

So I embrace all that I am,
knowing that we once all united as one,
that we were all once part of a sun,
burning a million miles away…

Once I was told, that we live to die,
but I live to live, the only difference is – 
Some live on through what they give.


Indeed, who am I? This will be the subject of discussion today. I start to think on the topic, and a little voice speaks to me inside my mind. Is this little voice me? It sounds like me I presume. To be honest, I’ve never really thought what my little voice sounds like. It doesn’t seem to have a sound, even when I really try to listen to it. Words assimilate; memories accumulate, and my senses aggregate, to form a seamless stream of consciousness. Intuitively, this seems to be an accurate description of who I am. However, the fact remains that I can very easily subdue that same voice, and often, this person seems to disagree with themselves, exhibiting altering and irregular beliefs. This person is fallible, prone to error and misunderstanding. When it comes down to it, I have great disdain for this person for these reasons, and maintain that they are only a small part of what truly makes me, who I am.


So, let me explain this idea a little more. While it may be an intuitive thought at first to assume this little voice is in fact me, if you were to question my acquaintances; family, friends, colleagues and enemies alike, I’m sure you would find very differing incarnations of the person that is me. How could this be, if I am this single voice residing deep within my cerebral cortex? Hence, this is why I put it to you dear reader, what truly defines the individual, the essence of what they are, what they ever were, is external to the person and their mind. Everyone you have ever loved, hated, envied, have formed longstanding relationships with, to even those you may have only had a brief encounter – these are the people who define you. Perhaps a passing stranger in need of assistance, a shop clerk you spoke rudely to once, who you might of met for just a fleeting moment in the entirety of your life to date – these people and your interactions with them are what define you. Your actions, individual moments, they are a part of the cosmic you in some very small way. For these are your imprints in the causal motorways of time. Intertwined, weaving together in an intricate tapestry of cause and effect.


You could argue this to be an overly assertive and unwarranted claim. For I concede that the individual is capable of having an unprecedented impact in the world through the process of silent and solitary diligence. The persistence of the retiring investigator has had an immeasurable impact on humanity, despite a lack of direct interaction within a world of things and persons. It is ultimately the legacy of such thinker’s thoughts that remain. I merely need to incite the ideas of those great person’s littered throughout history, captured forever in the consequences of their thoughts, the words they spoke – the insights they left us with. I find it both deeply humbling, as well as incredibly motivating, that such people still left us with such significant revelations, despite being just as capable of error, lapses in judgement – just as human as you and I. So it can be argued, through their lasting impact, their prevailing influence, that they are more than just alive despite their lack of consciousness,  Such people are arguably more alive than any of us merely breathing individuals, and remain forever ingrained in the collective consciousness of humanity itself. So, with this realisation at our disposal, how would I define who I am now? I am everything and everyone that I have affected in my short spell upon this earth. I am every thought I have left that has changed the world, affected others and their thoughts, and thereby their actions alike – no matter how seemingly insignificant.


So now we have some idea of who I am, the question remains, that in the world of things, what am I? At its most basic, we have access to certain “truths”. These are; that I am most likely something, perhaps a living being to put more precisely. Someone who is aware of themselves and the very fact they are living. I have various senses that allow me to interact with a world of matter that in itself is unbeknownst to me to some degree. Not only am I aware of myself, but am aware of the consciousness of other beings, again, to some extent. I am a collection of particles that has manifested itself through the heavy hand of microscopic forces, a slow process of churning masses, created by a miraculous mix spontaneity and improbability. I am everything that has ever been, all that shall ever be, confined within a few cubic centimetres, in lump of living mass that called itself a “brain”. This organism is a manifestation of a need to “survive”, a need which itself would not exist, if the cosmos in which we reside did not exist. We are, put very simply, the conscious manifestation of the cosmos itself, for the cosmos is our creator, and we are its little voice, residing in some lowly corner of its magnificent magnitude. This is quite a feat, one which any being is entitled to hold, simply by virtue of living, breathing a single breath, expressing but one conscious thought.


Congratulations to you and I, we are indeed quite wonderful things it seems. Not only do we have the power to dramatically alter the course of the future, but are the embodiment of all that has ever been, living on the frontier humanity, forging a path that has not yet been walked by any living being before us. But while it was time and chance has crafted us, humanity now rests at a pivotal point in the story of the humanity and the cosmos itself. A prestigious and self appointed promotion, if you will, to the narrator of its tale, the story of its existence and inevitable demise. With the gift of consciousness, comes the burden of being the bearer of your own destiny. And what is the destiny of humanity? If only we could all subdue those primitive inclinations, the fallacies in our thought, like many before us have done – perhaps the world in which we currently reside, the world of the future, would be a better one for it,