Chapter 2. Lost Creativity
Prologue
There’s a difference between feeling an exuberance for life, and loosing all interest in life.
Both these views, though, are equally valid.
Curiosity is the only state of mind and hallucinogens the only vices we need, to walk through life, as if within a dream - experiencing everything, learning anything, and contemplating, rather than allowing baser emotions control the way we act and think. There’s definitely more value in the lateral elements in life than the visceral. Possibly, these would provide people with a lucid, logical, interesting perspective of life.
Chapter 1. Stardust
Billy: What was that?
Brad: Sounded like some sort of explosion, man. I don’t know where you picked up this weed, mate…. But it’s awesome…
Benjamin: Well, we’re on a fucking hill, might as well look down…
Billy: Uh
Benjamin: What???
Brad: Dude… Far out… This weed is awesome… I’m seeing asteroids hit people down there…
Billy: I don’t think that’s the weed, Brad…
Benjamin: Yeah, I see it just like you do…
Brad: Doesn’t that mean this stuff we just smoked is cool?
Benjamin: No, you moron. It means this thing’s actually happening…
Billy: Are those…
Benjamin: …people praying, on their knees, while the rest are transforming into a mixture of blood and dust around them? Yes, I believe so…
Brad: Dude they just had a collision…
Benjamin: Oh well, for that last fleeting second, they’ll think they reached paradise because they glimpsed some sort of golden dust before… you know… dying…
Billy: Maybe that’s what we return to…
Benjamin: Return to what?
Billy: Stardust. Think about it. We’re formed from the big bang, or so we think. And we’re all made of matter. All that matter was initially a dense, concentrated pile of matter - then it split to form stars. And because of those stars, galaxies and the rest of the universe formed. Forgive my poorly-worked-out explanation of the Big Bang, but I’m both stoned and terrified.
Brad: I’m just stoned…
Benjamin: Hmm… We pass into the realm of no importance. I like that. Personally, I think Intelligence, Creativity & Logic were the things humans attained through evolution, but then we seldom realized that the way to further evolve, once we managed to develop systems and knowledge, was to work our brain harder and use Intelligence, Creativity & Logic for developing everything. Since we didn’t do that, we remained semi-evolved beings with computers, boats, paper party hats, shoes with lights on them and irrational systems, which we used to further our barbaric intentions. Take Capital Punishment, for example… The only way we chose to address barbaric actions, was by other barbaric actions. Taking a homicidal maniac and strapping him to an electric chair isn’t exactly the work of civilized, mentally-evolved beings.
Billy: I agree, we’ve got a lot of things wrong…
Benjamin: And we’re getting wiped off the face of the planet as we speak. Finally. This isn’t tragedy on a mass scale. This is theatre. Nature’s Play; where we are merely the extras, not even the lead actors. At best, we are stand-ins, as this cataclysmic event proves.
Brad: Uh... Huh?
Benjamin: Oh, just fucking forget it…
Chapter 2. Lost Creativity
Epilogue
I'm temporarily numbed, as an asteroid crashes near me, registering a geometric shock pattern onto me.
A fiery shower of asteroids is closing in. Rapidly.
I’m Billy. I’m diagnosed with multiple-personality disorder, and I’m watching the human race progressively moving towards extinction, much like the dinosaurs were. Similar story.
Whoever knew watching a world being obliterated was the cure for multiple personalities - my alter egos seem to have shrunk into oblivion. I watch everything around me blow up into huge, uncompromising-to-survival, clouds of dust; I’ve come to the conclusion that we go back to the same form we all were billions and billions of years ago - Stardust. Matter changing patterns, that’s all. Life is pretty insignificant by that explanation alone, not to mention all the inconsequential systems we prepared for controlling ourselves, during our existence.
Death is just lost creativity. There is a period of time (6-12 minutes) after death, where the brain continues to function. Which means there’s continued brain activity for this period of time, while the brain comes to terms with the idea that it’s dying, while its support system (the body) ceases to exist for the first time since it’s inception. It’s interesting to imagine what could be thought of at the time this happens. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to think the experience is some kind of fantastic nightmare which encompasses past experiences (vivid memories) and twists them into grotesque, skewered alternate realities. And yes, the brain works exceptionally fast - so expect to see a lot.
Ever gone to sleep, woken up with an alarm, extended the time for five more minutes, gone to sleep and woken up later with the alarm again; with memories of something we haven’t experienced, ever, but it was so detailed that it feels like it must’ve been a memory… And surprisingly fresh too… That’s what we call vivid dreams or nightmares, even trances.
Maybe Death isn’t bad at all. It’s the only thing which attributes any value to life. Without it, life is meaningless.
How do we value progression & experiences in a Process, unless there’s an end-point when the process ceases?
The only miracle of life is death. Perhaps those few minutes after death when the brain gradually dies, is the final frontier of thought.
And finally; in death; a flawed, unenlightened animal, attains pure Tranquility.
Chapter 3. tRi
Amy: That’s the stuff I could remember, dude…
Dave: Dude… that was your bro’s Clinical Death experience? There’s a story & a story within the story… And the story within the story is not really a story - it’s a way to illustrate the character traits of the character in the story.
Amy: In this case, the various personalities of the character who suffers from multiple-personality disorder.
Dave: That’s pretty neat, man…
Amy: Maybe we’re part of a story…
Dave: Right. Now you’re freaking me out…
Amy: Well…. We were on pot when he told me this, so I still have no idea if it was genuinely improvised or genuinely Real. If it was constructed on-the-spot, that’s an amazing way to tell a story. If he really thought he experienced the experience, he obviously must have forgotten most of it on regaining conciousness. But here’s how I look at it. When you take LSD, you slip into a reality that’s completely, exponentially different from your own. Then, as a by-product, you slip into a bizarrely-connected alternate reality. And it keeps going. As your regular stream-of-consciousness slips from each twisted reality into another and keeps on doing this for hours, think of the stuff you could be capable of imagining, especially when you have at your disposal a powerful natural organ (the brain) and an already different, unique, weird, lateral view of thinking about everything. You think it All and finally slip into general reality with a detailed, creative, entirely altered Perspective.
That’s why I think hallucinogens have some value. That’s why I think I’ve got to try some acid. For a difference in perspective. And my point is there must be some stream of consciousness idea that allows you to embrace any sort of knowledge, without causing hysteria.
Maybe death’s sort of like that Third-Eye-Inducing-Acid-Trip. Except you understand every single point in that freakishly haphazard trip. Eventually.
END
Prologue
There’s a difference between feeling an exuberance for life, and loosing all interest in life.
Both these views, though, are equally valid.
Curiosity is the only state of mind and hallucinogens the only vices we need, to walk through life, as if within a dream - experiencing everything, learning anything, and contemplating, rather than allowing baser emotions control the way we act and think. There’s definitely more value in the lateral elements in life than the visceral. Possibly, these would provide people with a lucid, logical, interesting perspective of life.
Chapter 1. Stardust
Billy: What was that?
Brad: Sounded like some sort of explosion, man. I don’t know where you picked up this weed, mate…. But it’s awesome…
Benjamin: Well, we’re on a fucking hill, might as well look down…
Billy: Uh
Benjamin: What???
Brad: Dude… Far out… This weed is awesome… I’m seeing asteroids hit people down there…
Billy: I don’t think that’s the weed, Brad…
Benjamin: Yeah, I see it just like you do…
Brad: Doesn’t that mean this stuff we just smoked is cool?
Benjamin: No, you moron. It means this thing’s actually happening…
Billy: Are those…
Benjamin: …people praying, on their knees, while the rest are transforming into a mixture of blood and dust around them? Yes, I believe so…
Brad: Dude they just had a collision…
Benjamin: Oh well, for that last fleeting second, they’ll think they reached paradise because they glimpsed some sort of golden dust before… you know… dying…
Billy: Maybe that’s what we return to…
Benjamin: Return to what?
Billy: Stardust. Think about it. We’re formed from the big bang, or so we think. And we’re all made of matter. All that matter was initially a dense, concentrated pile of matter - then it split to form stars. And because of those stars, galaxies and the rest of the universe formed. Forgive my poorly-worked-out explanation of the Big Bang, but I’m both stoned and terrified.
Brad: I’m just stoned…
Benjamin: Hmm… We pass into the realm of no importance. I like that. Personally, I think Intelligence, Creativity & Logic were the things humans attained through evolution, but then we seldom realized that the way to further evolve, once we managed to develop systems and knowledge, was to work our brain harder and use Intelligence, Creativity & Logic for developing everything. Since we didn’t do that, we remained semi-evolved beings with computers, boats, paper party hats, shoes with lights on them and irrational systems, which we used to further our barbaric intentions. Take Capital Punishment, for example… The only way we chose to address barbaric actions, was by other barbaric actions. Taking a homicidal maniac and strapping him to an electric chair isn’t exactly the work of civilized, mentally-evolved beings.
Billy: I agree, we’ve got a lot of things wrong…
Benjamin: And we’re getting wiped off the face of the planet as we speak. Finally. This isn’t tragedy on a mass scale. This is theatre. Nature’s Play; where we are merely the extras, not even the lead actors. At best, we are stand-ins, as this cataclysmic event proves.
Brad: Uh... Huh?
Benjamin: Oh, just fucking forget it…
Chapter 2. Lost Creativity
Epilogue
I'm temporarily numbed, as an asteroid crashes near me, registering a geometric shock pattern onto me.
A fiery shower of asteroids is closing in. Rapidly.
I’m Billy. I’m diagnosed with multiple-personality disorder, and I’m watching the human race progressively moving towards extinction, much like the dinosaurs were. Similar story.
Whoever knew watching a world being obliterated was the cure for multiple personalities - my alter egos seem to have shrunk into oblivion. I watch everything around me blow up into huge, uncompromising-to-survival, clouds of dust; I’ve come to the conclusion that we go back to the same form we all were billions and billions of years ago - Stardust. Matter changing patterns, that’s all. Life is pretty insignificant by that explanation alone, not to mention all the inconsequential systems we prepared for controlling ourselves, during our existence.
Death is just lost creativity. There is a period of time (6-12 minutes) after death, where the brain continues to function. Which means there’s continued brain activity for this period of time, while the brain comes to terms with the idea that it’s dying, while its support system (the body) ceases to exist for the first time since it’s inception. It’s interesting to imagine what could be thought of at the time this happens. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to think the experience is some kind of fantastic nightmare which encompasses past experiences (vivid memories) and twists them into grotesque, skewered alternate realities. And yes, the brain works exceptionally fast - so expect to see a lot.
Ever gone to sleep, woken up with an alarm, extended the time for five more minutes, gone to sleep and woken up later with the alarm again; with memories of something we haven’t experienced, ever, but it was so detailed that it feels like it must’ve been a memory… And surprisingly fresh too… That’s what we call vivid dreams or nightmares, even trances.
Maybe Death isn’t bad at all. It’s the only thing which attributes any value to life. Without it, life is meaningless.
How do we value progression & experiences in a Process, unless there’s an end-point when the process ceases?
The only miracle of life is death. Perhaps those few minutes after death when the brain gradually dies, is the final frontier of thought.
And finally; in death; a flawed, unenlightened animal, attains pure Tranquility.
Chapter 3. tRi
Amy: That’s the stuff I could remember, dude…
Dave: Dude… that was your bro’s Clinical Death experience? There’s a story & a story within the story… And the story within the story is not really a story - it’s a way to illustrate the character traits of the character in the story.
Amy: In this case, the various personalities of the character who suffers from multiple-personality disorder.
Dave: That’s pretty neat, man…
Amy: Maybe we’re part of a story…
Dave: Right. Now you’re freaking me out…
Amy: Well…. We were on pot when he told me this, so I still have no idea if it was genuinely improvised or genuinely Real. If it was constructed on-the-spot, that’s an amazing way to tell a story. If he really thought he experienced the experience, he obviously must have forgotten most of it on regaining conciousness. But here’s how I look at it. When you take LSD, you slip into a reality that’s completely, exponentially different from your own. Then, as a by-product, you slip into a bizarrely-connected alternate reality. And it keeps going. As your regular stream-of-consciousness slips from each twisted reality into another and keeps on doing this for hours, think of the stuff you could be capable of imagining, especially when you have at your disposal a powerful natural organ (the brain) and an already different, unique, weird, lateral view of thinking about everything. You think it All and finally slip into general reality with a detailed, creative, entirely altered Perspective.
That’s why I think hallucinogens have some value. That’s why I think I’ve got to try some acid. For a difference in perspective. And my point is there must be some stream of consciousness idea that allows you to embrace any sort of knowledge, without causing hysteria.
Maybe death’s sort of like that Third-Eye-Inducing-Acid-Trip. Except you understand every single point in that freakishly haphazard trip. Eventually.
END
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