September 24, 2009

• thoughts on a lonely midnight moon

  Sometimes it seems like you are always someplace else.  Whatever activity is before you, you are thinking about some other activity you have to get to.  It eventually winds up the focus of your mind and your physical surroundings never happen to coincide.

  It feels rather intimidating to be one human in a world of seven billion others.  Yet, for some reason, if you have merely one other person to stand by your side, you feel ready to take them all on.

  When you read the sentences of a book all in order, it produces one grand meaning at the end of it all.  In the same way, the thoughts you experience all in order will produce one grand meaning at the end of your life.  That is why it is so interesting to be alive; where will the plot go next?

  And for all of our plots to intertwine is what it means to be in the world.  It is seven billions stories, but it is one story; though others seem to be characters in our lives, we are really co-characters along side them in the story which is much bigger than us.

  In the paper I will see a statistic about many millions of people, which is interesting for it shows how easy it is to group humans together in our minds.  People can be reduced to their mere quantity if we so desire; that is a mental ability we possess. 

  Indeed, we can reduce them to anything we want to.  We can reduce people to their jobs or genders, their skins or sins, their looks or likes, their moods or money.

  And this is how simplistic and silly our minds are; we think we can notice clues which instantaneously explain a person’s entire life.  But just as humans can never fit into a statistic, one clue is never good enough to figure someone out.  We need lots of clues.  And the only place we get lots of clues are in friendships.

  So we live a life of meaning inside our heads, pursuing the plot everyday; we become friends with other plots, and try to figure out their clues, but the answer is always hidden from us. And everything we see is a clue about the story of the whole world.

  And after thinking about all this we finally realize that we were born into a universe thick with mystery.

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