Matter of Perception

Okay, no cute stuff, let’s just get right to it—matter (us and everyTHING around us) can’t seem to get over its time handicap (we’re here and then we’re not here). This is a problem that peoples all over the world struggle, have struggled and will continue to struggle with. We could create a pill that adds forty years to our life expectancy, but we still wouldn’t be satisfied because forty years isn’t forever. As long as there is an inevitable end, no matter how far away it may be, the fear of death will remain. This fear and our uncertainty about what follows our last breath dominates our thoughts, art, politics and religions (especially religion, eliminate death and churches become just cool places to go for free concerts). The finiteness of our moment here terrifies us. It’s not fair that we have to die while other people, other creatures and other things continue to exist. Ironically, and mind-twistingly, it is matter (us!) that causes this problem. Without matter there is no perception of time.

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Without matter to perceive it space doesn’t exist. In order to imagine a matterless space you must place yourself there. That is the only way to imagine it! And while you sit there, enjoying your ‘only thing in space’ fantasy, your time is passing—your heart is beating, your blood is flowing, your lungs are expanding and contracting. You are living and dying at the same time. This is the fate of all matter. It lives and dies simultaneously. So in a way we are never really born and we never really die because we don’t really exist. Don’t worry, I’ll explain, but the explanation is going to both make sense and be madly confusing. If you’re not a big fan of headaches I suggest you not read any further. Actually, you shouldn’t have any read this far. Sorry.

Good : Evil

In this post I touched on the absurd concept of infinitely recurring ratios. Since I know very few of you are going to go over there and check it out, I’ll just copy and paste the valid bit here…

“…let’s say I have a small garden where I grow carrots and tomatoes and let’s say every year my yield is 12:4, 12 carrots to 4 tomatoes. Now let’s say this happens every year for infinity. Although the ratio favors the carrots the tomatoes will still exist infinitely. Now for the sake of simplicity I kept the ratio rigid. Of course there is fluctuation in the universe.”

In the post where this bit originated I was talking about the relationship between space and matter. For the sake of this post imagine the carrots representing ‘good’ and the tomatoes representing ‘evil.’ The ratio is arbitrary. I do not know what the ratio between good and evil is. I would like to say that it tilts in favor of good, but then what is good and what is evil? Are these hardline absolutes? Or is there some gray mixed up in there? Well, before we go any further consider this from that other post you’re not gonna read…

“…black is black because white is white, dark is dark because light is light; it is the contrast that defines the two, the contrast exposes the lie that is duality.”

Let’s say we all possess an internal ratio (good:bad). Question is: how much of us is good and how much of us is bad? Say you’re living a good life, you donate three-quarters of your money to charity and you volunteer a majority of your time helping people in need, but one day you go on a killing spree. How does that affect the nature of your ratio? Is the killing spree more bad than your generosity was good? Well, consider the fact that you helped way more people than you killed. Does that change anything? What are you inherently? Perhaps you are inherently nothing. Perhaps you are merely the contrast or point where the so-called dualities good and evil relate to one another. In other words you are the relationship between good and evil. Think of the two as football teams and ourselves as neutral playing fields. The playing field does not root for either team, it merely provides a space for them to play.

Hey, You Got Another Dude's Name On Your Back!

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You can write a book about the unintentional homoeroticism in sports, but I'm not going to do that here. You can also write a book about heterosexual white men and their fascination with the myth of black male sexuality and how it applies to sports. This myth that their ancestors created to dehumanize black men is the same one they now harbor an envious contempt for.

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I probably just missed the window of pop culture giveafuckness in regards to the Jason Collins story, but here's an old post about the inherent homoeroticism in professional sports. Enjoy.

Is ‘this’ it?

Bored? Tired of your shitty life? Tired of your shitty reality? Well, I think I can help. I got some crazy true stories for you. Take your pick…

Desperate for another child, mother forces daughter to inseminate herself

Man loses life savings on carnival game

Chicago woman drags ex-boyfriend’s lover under her car

What? Been there, done that, you say? But come on…you can play your favorite game—the At Least I’m Not… game. You know the rules, read sensational stories and then wax righteous while thinking to yourself: ‘yeah, I may be fucked up, but at least I’m not THAT! fucked up.’ You can say stuff like “That’s crazy!” or “Who does that?” It’ll be fun. You can even post the stories on your Facebook timeline. Have all your friends join in. Get all worked up for about ten minutes. No? Damn it. Okay, well, I should have known. These stories are full of nobodies. What about some celebrity gossip?! I got breakups, DUI busts, sex tapes, drunken Twitter ramblings. Still no? Been there, done that too? I got some Illuminati stuff. I got this YouTube video that proves that everyone is in the Illuminati. I mean everyone. Like the whole world. Still no? Damn. How am I gonna get your attention? Oh, I know, I need to raise the stakes…

I knew that would work! Gotta blow some shit up to get your attention. Nothing like a big fucking deal event happening in a big fucking deal city to big fucking deal people to stop us dead in our tracks. High body count. Airplanes turned into missiles. Billows of toxic smoke chasing people through city streets. Epic. Extraordinary. Like a movie.

Hey. Wait. Where are you going? Hold on. There’s more. I got twenty-four-hour ‘BREAKING NEWS.’ I got miscellaneous officials talking in hyper-serious robotic tones about ‘what we currently know’ and speculating on what they don’t know (this represents the bulk of the coverage). I got ‘ordinary people’ who heretofore you didn’t know or cared to know existed. You’ll care now because the big fucking deal thing happened to them. You’ll see their pained faces in sappy photomontages accompanied by comically maudlin music. Oh, and don’t worry, you won’t have to come up with any heartfelt commentary of your own, I got an assload of memes for you you to share. Come on, don’t you want to Mourn™? Don’t you wanna do something with all of those Thoughts and Prayers™ you’ve been collecting? If you’re worried about length of commitment, just remember, you’re only connected to the big fucking deal through the media. You don’t have to actually suffer like the people who were actually affected. You can stop giving a fuck the minute the coverage ends (this depends on a few factors—body count, social class, nationality and race of the victims; level of sensationalism and how much the event will be politically exploited). And once it’s all over you can go right back to your shitty life, your shitty reality.

“In the future, every tragedy will be world-famous for 15 minutes.” -Andy Warhol (remixed by Spaceman’s Hairdo)

Hey, I know you want to end on that ‘profound’ quote, but I gotta question: what in the hell is your point? And I’ll take your answer inside.

Sex Machines

…well, to be frank, I think it’s gross…and it’s weird. Guys sticking their dicks in each other’s butts is just weird. I just can’t reconcile with that. An’ I don’t care if the two queens have been together for eight-hundred years either.

But two girls?

I have to admit, that one has gotten me ‘there’ a few times. But still, that shit’s evil too.

Why?

It’s perverted. Goes against what’s natural.

But you ‘naturally’ got off on it?

In a moment of weakness. Look, although I know it’s wrong, the idea of two girls isn’t gross to me.

Why?

Because women aren’t gross. Men are.

But you’re a man.

Yes, and I’m gross.

Then what does that say about the women who have slept with you?

It says that they abide by the natural laws of the universe.

How many children do you have?

None.

Did you use birth control with the women you slept with?

Yes…sometimes…what are you getting at?

You disobeyed the natural law.

No, I didn’t. I just didn’t want any kids. Look, can we have this conversation inside? We’re in polite company out here.

Okay, after you.

the Devil’s in the details

click picture for more images from David LaChapelle’s “American Jesus” series

Whenever I compare MJ to JC people fall all over themselves scoffing. They’ll usually say something like, “How can you compare the Son of God to a pop star???!!!” I return their scoff with a scoffier scoff and then say, “I can compare the two because of relativity. Relativity allows us to compare all sorts of diverse objects because all things, no matter how seemingly divergent, are connected by this fascinating force that is also the fastest—much faster than light, like infinitely faster—thing we know and that is space.”

Space is the : in the ratio between one bit of matter and another bit of matter. It facilitates relationships between all sorts of things, things as different as a blade of grass and a Nintendo Game Boy. But what makes these two things different? Well, for starters they look different, feel different, smell different and taste different so naturally we think they are fundamentally different. But really, since they are both material objects, they are actually fundamentally similar. The so-called fundamental differences are no more than superficial layers of relative distinctions. A blade of grass in a universe that includes nothing but blades of grass ceases to be a blade of grass. There would be no relative distinctions (black is black because white is white, dark is dark because light is light; it is the contrast that defines the two, the contrast exposes the lie that is duality). Oh, but wait…the particles that comprise a blade of grass are relatively different than one another. Well, once again, not really, because despite their makeup, the most common denominator is the fact that they are simply matter. It is relativity that tricks us into thinking that they are more than just mere things. It is relativity that lies to us about the ‘true’ nature of our world because relativity is……..THE DEVIL!!! DUN DUN DUNNNN!!!!!!

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