I once imagined my journey through life as an arduous climb up the face of a grand mountain. Each achievement, each completed goal bringing me ever closer to the summit.
I then envisioned my slip, and to my despair, realized I had lost my way and felt myself falling. Defeated, I looked down toward the freezing waters below, feeling hopeless…
Now, having fallen, I looked up in awe at how high I dared to climb. The experiences felt, and cherished. The fears faced, and conquered. The lessons learned, and used. The mistakes made, and remembered. The friends had, and kept. The love shared, and requited.
As I reflected, I realized my journey had not ended and was free to make the climb once more. Pulling my self ashore, drying in the rising sun, I imagined myself reaching the top of the mountain, and began the climb again.
I’ve been pondering the possibilities of afterlife and the nature of fate and freewill. Recently I have formulated a metaphysical theory of the nature of the cosmos, using recent scientific data and discovery and my imagination :)
Using the WISE telescope to scan the entire sky twice in Infrared, Astronomers were able to estimated that there are approx. 2.5 million supermassive black holes within 10 million light-years of us. Now, Black holes are collapsed stars which have an incredible gravitational pull, so strong light cannot escape its grasp. Supermassive black holes are objects with million times more mass then an average sun. They are usually found in the centre of galaxies, there is one in our milky way galaxy. We have also been able to use supermassive black holes to deduce that the universe is expanding in an accelerated rate. There have been theories published that black holes record quantum information of the material that falls within it’s event horizon.
If black holes don’t simply absorb and destroy everything that crosses its event horizon, but records its “quantum DNA” acting like a universal time capsule, then reincarnation may be physically possible. I propose that near the end of the very universe, black holes will dominate, collecting all that has ever been and ever was, colliding and accumulating until either two or one remains. Perhaps the last collision ignites what we have come to know as “the big bang” or perhaps the last mother of all black holes, after swallowing the entire universe eventually bursts and reveals the reincarnated universe. Perhaps this reincarnation always occurs at the end of the universe, and births the same circumstances that lead to life developing in similar sequences. Perhaps after death our bodies return to nature and the electrical frequency which made up our individual minds, our souls, are recorded by black holes to be reborn anew in the reincarnated universe. Perhaps this process parallels itself, meaning fate rules while freewill is a mere luxury or each rebirth is diverse and unique, which means creation favours freewill and fate is merely a product of thought. Perhaps we are destined to be born when and where we are, to become the person we eventually become, or perhaps each life offers a fresh start, a new life. This doesn’t reveal the nature of creation, answer the question of God or fate, but it offers a way to imagine an atheistic afterlife, a metaphysical possibility for reincarnation.
Imagine if you’ve lived this life a million times before, but never lived the same life. Perhaps dreams, deja vu and psychic phenomenon can be explained by this cosmic reincarnation, our minds recording bits and pieces of past lives and memories.
One of the worst tragedies in human interaction is a clash in sense of humour, or a misunderstanding in what otherwise would have been a positive hilarious moment.
I wonder how many moments I’ve lost simply due to misunderstanding, I shutter to know the true number, for though I have had many good times and memorable moments, I have reacted unfavorably to situations I was assured were merely jokes or just kidding moments. That being said, I feel my sense of humour is endangered. I’m I alone in thinking humour does have it’s limits and can go too far? Or is my sense of humour flawed?
Practical jokes have there value too, but extreme or even worse “hidden” practical jokes are not funny for the victim. (“hidden” meaning the victim is left unaware of the prank, left to think and stew, also known as a poltergeist prank) There are misconceptions between pranking and harassing or hazing. Humour is universal, meaning if one party or persons isn’t laughing and is upset, it’s no longer funny.
That’s what is beautiful about stand up or conversation humour, no practicality, just theory. Anyone who takes conjecture or jesting seriously either has strong opinions and believes, thus proving it by getting offended or lacks that particular sense of humour.
Either way, Conflict and Comedy don’t mix, in my mind anyway, but then again we all have differing senses of humour. My life took a dramatic turn once I took up philosophy in study and practicality; though life and philosophy can be serious, it’s important to lighten it up with humour and laughter. If life is an engine, then laughter is the oil. If life is a mating couple, then laughter is the lube, or embarrassing flatulence lol :)
In our society, real power does not happen to lie in the political system, it lies in the private economy: that’s where the decisions are made about what’s produced, how much is produced, what’s consumed, where investment takes place, who has jobs, who controls the resources, and so on and so forth. And as long as that remains the case, changes inside the political system can make some difference—I don’t want to say it’s zero—but the differences are going to be very slight.
Dystopias should be insurgent. They should force readers to question who they are, what their society is like, and what they take for granted. A good dystopia will illuminate the horrors right before our eyes, and one can hope that if it does its job well, it will create empathy and humanity in world that is sorely lacking.