I once possessed the secrets of the universe. My mind ran quick. Agile.
Modern society, technology, and distractions led me astray. Not just me. Led us all down pointless, meaningless paths. Insidious governments, corporations, religions all drag us by our noses, making certain we abandon the ability to think for ourselves.
Money. Greed. Prejudice. Power. Our lists of dalliances runs endless through both the dark and light aspects of our perceptions.
The human race could solve every problem known to us. Hunger. Disease. Apathy. Pain. Nothing stands unattainable to us, yet we shall never do this. Our flaws overcome our sense. Our emotions overcome our judgment. What a shame.
So what’s left to us? What action, what thought, what stirring from within can save us? Governments offer an answer. Serve us. Corporations offer and answer. Serve us. Religions offer and answer. Serve us.
Every human must try and fail at their answers. The insane thing here is that most of us look to others to answer our lives. There’s no small number of folk ready and willing to tell us what to do and how to do it. Even beyond going back to governments, corporations, religions. Family. Friends. Strangers. Acquaintances. Each will tell you why you must…, what to do, where to go, when to do…
Do you grasp that there is no one on Earth who owns the answer? The ones screaming the loudest about their knowledge resort to violence when people disagree. This holds true with all the listed “controllers” above. Violence is not always bombs and guns and knives and vehicles. Violence includes manipulations, emotional battering, and spiritual control.
Has it ever occurred to you that people stand so ready to tell you how to live your life? When you trek back to the concept that no person on Earth knows, this becomes the root of our collective insanity. I already hear the religious screaming at me from their theological towers. Listen to each of them. They all “know God” or the “Supreme Answer” and are willing to do anything to manipulate you to their beliefs. Hmmm. I don’t discount the possibility of a Creator. In fact, to my mind, everything being a cosmic accident becomes so depressing and absurd as to become a useless venture to pursue.
So what am I rambling on about here on a page dedicated to creativity and writing?
So many people want your mind. So many people steal your dreams and your pursuit of truth with their own agendas. When and how may we step up to our higher selves? Hell, I can’t give you any answers. All I can do is call out the questions. I’ve discovered how my perceptions of reality in this world fall too often false against what I live. I discover flaws in myself constantly. Not flaws necessarily in other peoples’ eyes. Flaws in me when I test my beliefs and my knowledge against evidence.
There’s a funny thing. Evidence. I’ve written millions upon millions of words in my life. I’ve explored many thousands of concepts. At every turn, I find answers which once “were” are “not now” answers. Things I knew for sure now fade to dust. What I know now becomes future dust. What I know in the future appears as much the same.
Sounds depressing, doesn’t it? Come on! If you step outside what you believe you “know” your foundation will shake. So we will step back into our belief in God, work, play, distraction, philosophy, and/or a whole list of other crutches and give up on the unknowable truth. The undiscovered country. That place where, once we finish, we will know, even if for only an instant or an eternity.
How does this affect creativity? How does this affect your writing? For writers, don’t we explore words to attempt to find answers? Or make them up? Or distract ourselves from our lack of answers? Or to make it appear to others that we own some answers?
Since the human race cannot work together, our only option is a crazed, full-tilt-bozo random search for answers in directions leading everywhere at once. Look at our world. Please. Look at our chaotic, violence-ridden, love-laden world. Everyone spouting “truths” out like they’re handing out guilt-free donuts for everyone. From the most vile to the most loving, we as a species are all over the place. If anyone did discover something of merit, the rest of us would never know. Why? Because they’d be just one more insanity in a universe of dementia.
I promote the concept of pursuing your truth no matter the outside pressure or consequence. The deceptions of established knowledge in our world run deep and prolific. Histories get re-written constantly. My inner sensibility tells me that when I abandon my own search and buy into someone else’s, I fall away from my path, whatever that journey may be. I do not desire to live anyone else’s life. Living mine daily challenges me more than I can handle.
Your writing…no, MY writing, needs to blaze the trail of my life in the crazed manner of my mind, my heart, my soul. For what it’s worth, I promote this concept to others. Not as an answer of any true merit, but simply another way to search out from within. I’ve long suspected the “within” aspects of humanity drives us closer to truths than anything we garner from others. Humanity’s inner intellect has become watered down, diluted beyond recognition to our brighter, younger selves. By younger, I mean generations past.
The more we dive into modern concepts and technologies, the further we travel from ourselves. Our separations have become so self-destructive as to qualify us for annihilation. I truly don’t expect this writing to make much sense to anyone. In fact, I feel the rambling, scrambling, stumbling aspect of the word search for concepts beyond my grasp and understanding. Ultimately, I draw on this craziness for the fuel for my writing. Once I step into the feeling I have something to say about this world, I write. Fiction or nonfiction – does not matter. I love what Stephen King said, “Fiction is the truth within the lie.”
Writers. Go write. Go let it all hangout. Ray Bradbury said, ““You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” He also said, “You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
I’ve gone the gamut of pissing on governments, religion, corporations, and even friends and family. I’ve searched my mind past the depressing oblivion of nothingness, and I’m back to the place of no answers beyond yesterday’s dust, today’s crumbling knowledge and tomorrow’s stardust-to-be. If you’ve read this far, I either commend you or question your sanity. Either way, if you’re a writer, let’s get back at it and at least create something, if for no one else – ourselves.
My advice (from someone who’s already told you he has no answers) is to do as Bradbury and many others said. I say, pursue your truths without apology. Write them real. Write them lean. For what else are we to do? As each of us heads to our prospective Undiscovered Countries, we might as well go down with a fight and look to find something worth living this life for. I’m sure my future self will read this one day and wonder what the hell I was thinking. LOL!
Sometimes, you just have to dump it all out on the table and start over…