'The Absolute Truth', An Essay

I wrote this in about an hour on paper, typed and edited it in another hour.

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"Everything will fall into oblivion the day that dead silence loses its use."

There is no such thing as objective truth, as the entire concept of truth is absurd. It could not be referred to as obsolete, as it never served a purpose to begin with. Whether or not the end result is something we know to be happen at a rato of one to one, perception evades the fact that others may not share the belief of constant result, and therefore there is no common truth. The teachings of the tutor, who preaches pure fact to his student, are no different than the philosopher's theorizing to his disciples. All knowledge should be interpreted as free-based opinion, which will allow you to form your own. We must come to terms with the fact that the world was based on concentrated subjectivity, comforting or otherwise, making its way into the scripts of widely spoken 'truth'.

One very powerful tactic in the battle for objectivity is fear. Fear has shown itself prevalent in the scripture of religion, which is at the heart of the battle for belief. The ideology of 'Or else' has proven itself to be one of the most effective ways to put names on the docket, but has this tactic shown itself to carress the human mind with the idea of free will? Of all of the
influences of the human mind, our instinct is on top of the list. Let us look, briefly at Darwinism's theory of 'Natural Selection': Survival of the fittest. Instinct is the fittest in your mind, and all other influences are being fed upon on a daily basis.

One of our most powerful instincts is fear. It's 'the' instinct, and it has allowed us to grow as a species. Without the ability to retain some awareness of what was going on around us, our rodent ancestors wouldn't have survived a fortnight upon emerging from their tunnels. Let us look at this in metaphorical terms, in relation to feline instinct: When approaching a feline from behind, it is not feasible to attempt dead silence with your steps, he already knows you are there and he is just waiting for you to get too close. The moment you cross the line of comfort, he flees to a safe vantage point, usually higher than where he previously was, putting a good amount of space between you and it. It will then survey its 'predator', such as it is, with painstaking precision, checking for familiarities. The feline did not know it was a friendly newcomer approaching it from behind, and it did not bother to think before taking action. It is not sensible to corner a feline, as you deny it another place to go-it feels threatened, fear kicks in. It raises its hair, spits, and hisses, attempting to deter you from getting any closer. Neglecting to heed that warning will end in you being attacked viciously and relentlessly.

To deny humanity the basic right of free will plays out in a different way, as we have other influences in our minds, disallowing us to follow complete and total instinct. Fear plays an entirely different role: The feline will attack, the majority of humanity will conform and adapt, instantaneously [Adaptation is another key role in Darwinism, so we're not completely deviating from the concept of instinct]. To transform subjective belief into objective truth is all a matter of cornering the amount of people you are attempting to alter [which usually consists of as many as possible]. When a group of people are cornered, the majority of the population curl into balls on the ground, comforted in the shade of their captors and kept warm by eachother, and rest peacefully. There lies strength and comfort in numbers, and this tends to be a key point in belief either remaining belief, or becoming widely seen fact.

What of the minority of 'non-conformists', the ones who cannot simply adapt to their environment and sleep amidst their captors? With the minority doing no harm on their own, but disrupting the sleeping masses within the corner, the guards can either attempt to beat them into submission, or release them into the wild-A sacrifice for the rest of the group. If I may borrow an ancient proverb: "Out of sight, out of mind."

To be the released minority is to walk down a cold and desolate road. There is no comfort here, and the weary and cold tend to abandon hope and rejoin the herd they were with before, or a group of lesser density. The fear of being alone, the fear of punishment, the thought of 'reality in numbers' [The majority must be correct, yes?]-That is what draws people to the largest herds. You may realize this is not the proper course of action, but it is your fear that guides you.

Where is the best place to be, then, you ask? Does one follow a blind tradition that conforms the populous to blissful rest through fear, or do they freeze unto death on the cold and desolate road of isolation? The latter! is what most people would cry. In actuality, there is an answer for those who find themselves walking that cold road, and the answer is no single place.

When one can realize that objectivity is merely, if I may borrow an expression from Bill Hicks, "Energy condensed to a slow vibration", they become the 'comforted minority'. Why? Because they become one with all things, simply put. This may sound like the ancient philosophy of 'man being one with nature', but that is not prevalent in this theory. Any one person who can percieve the world in terms of subjectivity, and know that there is no common fact, no given right or wrong, no true laws of man chiseled into stone, that we are all separate entities, living separate realities, is now, and for all eternity, one with the universe.

This person does not walk the lonely road of isolation, nor does he huddle amidst the populous because of the former realization. What he has become is one with the present, and he coincides with all that is 'now', which is the only true existence. There is no past, there is no future. The here and the now is all that exists, this moment in time.

Allowing himself that knowledge is what keeps him connected to all things. He is not the lone man, he is the air whipping against his face. He is not the sleeping population, but the ground that they rest on. He is love. He is hate. He is fear. He is courage. He is apprehension. He is motivation. He accepts and loves what is happening, all at once. Nothing is separate from perception, and the only truth is that which is concieved within your own reality.

"To be everything is to hold admiration for emptiness."

-Durchii

 

You can write about stuff like this..

I didn't write this essay for school.

Just pick up the pen, put it to the paper and write whatever comes to mind.

Great ideas are born that way.