The Human Condition

It's just this box: you are born into a humanoid species with the usual options - suffer, procreate and die. Taken as an amalmagam, Myspace is a compilation of the utter futility of this activity. We reach out for someone different, try to be something special, or new, but we just end up with the same bunch of experiences and mistakes as millions, if not billions of our fellow semi-evolved chimpanzees.

Science Fiction gives us a chance to see what might be outside this particular box, or to truly test it's dimensions, yet it's all too often a disregarded form. It's lack of regard is probably influenced by fear of confronting the reflections in the mirror it holds up to us, the lack of intellectual honesty shown by people (increasingly people, in power) who disregard the data. People who prefer to offer and indulge in the flight into fantasy.

Yet the paradox of fantasy is that so many of the things that surround us and make our society work, and influence our individual behavoir are based on myth: self - constructed narratives as memetic and powerful as the old sufi teaching stories. Thus they are subject to expertly crafted counter-myth. We live in a story space; sleeping, we walk onwards: confused bundles of psyche driven by whispers and dreams.

Only once in a thousand years does a soul wake up.

3 Comments:

And until thousand years pass, we can enjoy sleepwalking :)

By  Anonymous, at 10:35 pm  

Spoken like a true hedonist

By  John Connors, at 7:01 am  

I thought I was optimist ;)

By  Anonymous, at 7:54 am  

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