The concept of human beings makes me sick. The most profound statement in the world will follow – and as it does, it will immediately negate itself, just proving the hideously marred nature of the universe’s sense of self-awareness. The statement is this: Anything that can be thought of, in this life – on this planet, or perhaps even in the universe – no matter how insightful, no matter how wise and life-altering, will immediately lose every grain of meaning the second it is contemplated by a human being convinced it has meaning. This means, in short, that every time an otherwise average person muses on the subject of their existence, they are damning themselves to a futile and meaningless life. Every time a scholar theorizes on the concept of reality, he has reduced an otherwise powerful thinking utility (this being his brain) into a useless mass of fat. No one can think of anything in the world that has not already been thought of – but most of the time, there is always someone who thinks they are asking a question that has never been asked. It is that very paradox that continues to contribute to itself.
That is the fate of anyone who considers the nature of human existence important. The curse of anyone who at any point in time has to ask themselves: “What can I contribute to society? What philosophical ponderings can I attempt to bring to resolution? Why are people so stupid?” Every thought, profound and innovative in its own way, is reduced to a mindless, blathering, pompous exercise in intellectual validation, whether that is the goal in mind at beginning or not. Being self-aware in any sense is the key to understanding this problem – but there is no solution.
I think about this near constantly. It stumps me every time I attempt another start at creating a world to provoke thought and interest. I would think to myself, can’t I open a deeper level of consciousness by provoking the right ideas, instilling the right notions for contemplative thought? Every time, I have to tell myself I cannot, because this paradox surfaces again. I have no name for it, but to this day, it is the universal truth I live by.
This is my rationalizing of the world around me. It is unimportant, and ultimately tragically flawed, but it is necessary, because it is a further link in the chain of self-defeating thought. A link I believe is necessary.