The title of this blog is Subjective Reality, and that means that what's written here represents the author's subjective point of view. It also means that various more or less unique experiences (from the author's point of view) may be posted here.
The basic idea behind the title is that although the author may have an objective view on what he's writing about, he still sees it from his own point of view, which by definition makes it subjective. So instead of pretending to write from a completely objective point of view, the author is aware of his limits, but may still strive for a certain degree of objectivity.
This blog is basically about anything I happen to write about in relation to my interests, which you can find if you read my profile, and I will try to focus on sharing my knowledge and views on different topics. I strive to keep the quality of what I post as high as possible. Right now I'm in the process of writing some articles relating to psychology and metaphysics, and with time probably many other topics.
What I'm trying to achieve with this blog is to provide the reader with original material in the sense of new ideas, thoughts and insights. As some may have noticed there is a grammatical error in the subtitle, but that's intentional on my part. I'll leave it like that because I prefer it that way, and in a sense you could say it represents the philosophy behind this blog.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Coming in from the cold
For the first time in the history of this blog, I offer you an excerpt from the life of the mysterious kamaos.
I'll first briefly describe my state of mind at the time of writing this. I feel strangely awake, however this can only be explained by large doses of caffeine. Right now, I'm in a state of bliss, overtired happiness combined with a sense of creativity, the latter explained by the very reason of my recent caffeine intake: obviously my recent lack of sleep.
While I acknowledge this is a state that may allow certain tendencies toward creativity, I also am fortunate enough to realize my need for self-moderation right now.
At the time of writing, I have just arrived to my apartment from let's say, a long and for the most part, pleasent evening and night if I may say so myself.
However, this is not the place for writing about pleasent evenings without going into great trouble trying to tell a good story. So for the sake of my integrity and this blog, I shall try my best to leave out any trace of a pleasent evening in this entry.
First off, this is not America. This is not a place for freedom. No way. This is Norway, and that's the cold, hard truth. Literally. Contrary to popular belief, we don't have polar bears here. We have ice cream, the type that you eat. I don't know what the fuck else you'd call ice cream, but that doesn't matter.
What matters is it's cold. Not the kind of cold where you really need a scarf, well that too, but right now I'm talking emotional cold. Hell, even mental cold, and what ever the hell you want to call cold you can bet your ass we have it. Speaking of hell, there is a place here called that too. If you don't believe me, go to google image search and type in hell frozen over (and the web site for the place? hell.no, I know, funny as hell). Yes, that's here too. You guessed it, it's cold as hell there too.
So as it turned out, I ended up in some downtown icebreak showdown. Nature's own way to fuck with us here, make every street frozen over just to piss off all us idiots still living up here in the cold. Maybe I'm not one of the local pack there, at least I had enough sense to wear some decent shoes. So basically I was walking around town laughing at people falling over. One place we came across a hill packed with ice, and a whole bunch of people trying to walk uphill. As you can imagine this was basically impossible. Maybe impossible, but also funny as hell.
I know I curse a lot right now, and frankly I couldn't care less. All I know is I'm sitting inside, it's warm, I now have a nice warm cup of hot chocolate, AND I'm listening to the Twin Peaks soundtrack. Fuck yeah. And why the hell do you have a place with a name that's also a curse word? I don't get it, I really don't.
Anyway, back to where I was. I found myself in the middle of town, and there was no way I was going to take a taxi home. Some things you don't pay for, and a taxi home is certainly one of them, at least today. So at first, after getting a quick bite at the local store, I went straight for where I was meant to be hours before: an afterparty at my workplace. Now, this was meant to be a big thing today. So I was looking forward to getting there, while also freezing my ass off in my thin jacket and the one glove I had left from earlier (long, boring story).
So I finally get there, and what happens? Nobody there. Either they left early or the whole thing was called off. I'm not sure how I really felt at that point. I guess more than anything I felt the cold trying to swallow me whole as I walked there some time in the early morning.
The time had come to face the truth. I had to keep walking out there in the cold, so I might as well increase my pace. It didn't help one bit. As I was walking I kept an eye on the birds flying around me. In this modern day desert of ice, while in the midst of the civilization, not a soul could help me. Much less would any soul even want to help me. In this cold, ego-driven society, there is no room for warmth. And as I kept walking, this started to become more evident than ever before.
I had sent one single text message. However, at this time it was like a single cry in this desert of ice. Drowned by the very nature of this frost-bitten town. I had sent the message to a friend living nearby. As I expected, it had no effect on my situation except a very, very slight hope.
I approached a Hotel I had walked past earlier. No one could possibly understand how much I envied the person in front of me as he entered the building. I could barely fight the urge to try to get in there. But I kept going, aiming for my next goal. As a hidden oasis in this desert of ice, the main building of my faculty at the university was standing there, as if it had been waiting for me all night.
Walking faster, I was getting closer and closer. I found myself at the main entry, struggling to fish up my student card and enter the code. A sign was screaming out to me "open monday-friday, closed on weekends and holidays". Only one thing left.
I had received no answer for my aforementioned text message. I knew how to get in where he lives, but no way. They had locked the entrance to the apartment. At least I got the chance to get in from the cold. But there was still a long way home, and I might as well get there sooner than later.
Ironically I hadn't drunk enough water before leaving town, and once again I found myself in the midst of a frozen desert. Too cold for my own liking. The only thing I could do was to keep walking. A quick check at another university building proved unsuccessful. I was left to myself again.
Another 15 minutes walking in the cold, and I was back in my apartment.
The water was cold but it didn't matter. I was back. Back from the cold. And never before had it felt this good.
I'll first briefly describe my state of mind at the time of writing this. I feel strangely awake, however this can only be explained by large doses of caffeine. Right now, I'm in a state of bliss, overtired happiness combined with a sense of creativity, the latter explained by the very reason of my recent caffeine intake: obviously my recent lack of sleep.
While I acknowledge this is a state that may allow certain tendencies toward creativity, I also am fortunate enough to realize my need for self-moderation right now.
At the time of writing, I have just arrived to my apartment from let's say, a long and for the most part, pleasent evening and night if I may say so myself.
However, this is not the place for writing about pleasent evenings without going into great trouble trying to tell a good story. So for the sake of my integrity and this blog, I shall try my best to leave out any trace of a pleasent evening in this entry.
First off, this is not America. This is not a place for freedom. No way. This is Norway, and that's the cold, hard truth. Literally. Contrary to popular belief, we don't have polar bears here. We have ice cream, the type that you eat. I don't know what the fuck else you'd call ice cream, but that doesn't matter.
What matters is it's cold. Not the kind of cold where you really need a scarf, well that too, but right now I'm talking emotional cold. Hell, even mental cold, and what ever the hell you want to call cold you can bet your ass we have it. Speaking of hell, there is a place here called that too. If you don't believe me, go to google image search and type in hell frozen over (and the web site for the place? hell.no, I know, funny as hell). Yes, that's here too. You guessed it, it's cold as hell there too.
So as it turned out, I ended up in some downtown icebreak showdown. Nature's own way to fuck with us here, make every street frozen over just to piss off all us idiots still living up here in the cold. Maybe I'm not one of the local pack there, at least I had enough sense to wear some decent shoes. So basically I was walking around town laughing at people falling over. One place we came across a hill packed with ice, and a whole bunch of people trying to walk uphill. As you can imagine this was basically impossible. Maybe impossible, but also funny as hell.
I know I curse a lot right now, and frankly I couldn't care less. All I know is I'm sitting inside, it's warm, I now have a nice warm cup of hot chocolate, AND I'm listening to the Twin Peaks soundtrack. Fuck yeah. And why the hell do you have a place with a name that's also a curse word? I don't get it, I really don't.
Anyway, back to where I was. I found myself in the middle of town, and there was no way I was going to take a taxi home. Some things you don't pay for, and a taxi home is certainly one of them, at least today. So at first, after getting a quick bite at the local store, I went straight for where I was meant to be hours before: an afterparty at my workplace. Now, this was meant to be a big thing today. So I was looking forward to getting there, while also freezing my ass off in my thin jacket and the one glove I had left from earlier (long, boring story).
So I finally get there, and what happens? Nobody there. Either they left early or the whole thing was called off. I'm not sure how I really felt at that point. I guess more than anything I felt the cold trying to swallow me whole as I walked there some time in the early morning.
The time had come to face the truth. I had to keep walking out there in the cold, so I might as well increase my pace. It didn't help one bit. As I was walking I kept an eye on the birds flying around me. In this modern day desert of ice, while in the midst of the civilization, not a soul could help me. Much less would any soul even want to help me. In this cold, ego-driven society, there is no room for warmth. And as I kept walking, this started to become more evident than ever before.
I had sent one single text message. However, at this time it was like a single cry in this desert of ice. Drowned by the very nature of this frost-bitten town. I had sent the message to a friend living nearby. As I expected, it had no effect on my situation except a very, very slight hope.
I approached a Hotel I had walked past earlier. No one could possibly understand how much I envied the person in front of me as he entered the building. I could barely fight the urge to try to get in there. But I kept going, aiming for my next goal. As a hidden oasis in this desert of ice, the main building of my faculty at the university was standing there, as if it had been waiting for me all night.
Walking faster, I was getting closer and closer. I found myself at the main entry, struggling to fish up my student card and enter the code. A sign was screaming out to me "open monday-friday, closed on weekends and holidays". Only one thing left.
I had received no answer for my aforementioned text message. I knew how to get in where he lives, but no way. They had locked the entrance to the apartment. At least I got the chance to get in from the cold. But there was still a long way home, and I might as well get there sooner than later.
Ironically I hadn't drunk enough water before leaving town, and once again I found myself in the midst of a frozen desert. Too cold for my own liking. The only thing I could do was to keep walking. A quick check at another university building proved unsuccessful. I was left to myself again.
Another 15 minutes walking in the cold, and I was back in my apartment.
The water was cold but it didn't matter. I was back. Back from the cold. And never before had it felt this good.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Life, the Universe and Everything
As time goes by, we as conscious, thinking beings all reflect the world as it appears to the organs we call eyes responding to the ever change in the world as more or less careless or responsible people.
Perhaps we all are a part of the most intense part of human history ever to be. As we watch things go by sometimes one may stop and realize that perhaps all this we sense and reflect upon is only a fragment of what the world really represents.
Had we been divine beings, perhaps we could all see much more to this world than is visibly apparant to the human senses and feelings. As we, or most of us, continue to go through more or less meaningless and mundane lives, perhaps more of us will start realizing that the curtain hasn't been pulled aside just yet.
Stop for a second and imagine that our current understanding of what we call the universe and reality is only about 0.000012556666667 of what we potentially could have been aware of. What is our current knowledge but mere vague studies all claiming to represent an encompassing and almost omnipotent understanding of something so incredible that merely thinking in terms of what reality represents may cause a headache in every other layman, in layman terms.
So, what are we, other than more or less advanced organisms, you may even call yourself a mammal, if that doesn't insult your own intelligence, which again, wouldn't be very intelligent, would it? Perpaps if we look past the concrete sides of the immediate sensible awareness of our circumstances as human beings. What the hell matters anymore, if the world falls apart no matter what.
According to chaos theory, "things will sooner or later get fucked up and it's all over" (Some guy, maybe 1990). What's left is perphaps merely an energetic "echo" of past energies persistent enough to have a lasting will which marks a clear trace in certain parts of reality, perhaps forever.
What does it matter when you're standing on top of the eiffel tower when you can't see anyone from there anymore. All the french are perhaps dead, and maybe some other people as well. What does it matter to perform well at any task, when there is no one there to approve for it.
Well, you could say that what we have right here and right now is ultimately a unique opportunity to do our best as conscious, more or less moral and hopefully not so politically correct human beings with a healthy look on reality which doesn't lead us into vast psychotic thinking.
Perphaps the best and smartest thing we can do is to use this time here on this very special planet, in a very special solar system, with everything being perfectly lined up for us because of processes which have lasted longer than we can possibly imagine.
To use this time for good. So, once we've all realized that our true meaning relates to our status as mammals on this planet, with certain things in common with certain other species, we all have our needs, whether it'd be eating enough food, sleeping enough, and basically trying to live as healthy as we please, while also working in accordance with other, higher achievments, such as intellectual and perhaps physical excellence.
Whatever you do with your life, the good things to do are most of the time the things you can look back at and smile. If you feel down, you are just further ahead towards your next high. Keep that in mind. Be aware of what you value, and value the things you know you value. Believe it or not, there is a process between the two, and it takes willpower to apply.
Realize yourself in every way. Remember, no matter who you are, you are only the person that you act, so with that in mind, you can be whatever you are within certain phyical and logical limits. But, there's also that, that where logic applies, reasoning sometimes create a certain limited logic that may fail to see the true path of reality in your own life.
Be aware that the mind itself is too old-fashioned for today's society unless conditioned in accordance to the reality of your current situation. With that in mind, go out there and be all you can be, create the future of your dreams.
Simple?
Be thankful for what you have, reflect upon life, and simply do your things. And do them good. You only have one shoot at life, but you have lots of opportunities to shoot at.
Everything is a learning process. Perhaps that's how all things came to be the way they are today.
Perhaps will we never know. Perhaps we shouldn't even care. Perhaps we should, just not base our lives around it.
Perhaps we all are a part of the most intense part of human history ever to be. As we watch things go by sometimes one may stop and realize that perhaps all this we sense and reflect upon is only a fragment of what the world really represents.
Had we been divine beings, perhaps we could all see much more to this world than is visibly apparant to the human senses and feelings. As we, or most of us, continue to go through more or less meaningless and mundane lives, perhaps more of us will start realizing that the curtain hasn't been pulled aside just yet.
Stop for a second and imagine that our current understanding of what we call the universe and reality is only about 0.000012556666667 of what we potentially could have been aware of. What is our current knowledge but mere vague studies all claiming to represent an encompassing and almost omnipotent understanding of something so incredible that merely thinking in terms of what reality represents may cause a headache in every other layman, in layman terms.
So, what are we, other than more or less advanced organisms, you may even call yourself a mammal, if that doesn't insult your own intelligence, which again, wouldn't be very intelligent, would it? Perpaps if we look past the concrete sides of the immediate sensible awareness of our circumstances as human beings. What the hell matters anymore, if the world falls apart no matter what.
According to chaos theory, "things will sooner or later get fucked up and it's all over" (Some guy, maybe 1990). What's left is perphaps merely an energetic "echo" of past energies persistent enough to have a lasting will which marks a clear trace in certain parts of reality, perhaps forever.
What does it matter when you're standing on top of the eiffel tower when you can't see anyone from there anymore. All the french are perhaps dead, and maybe some other people as well. What does it matter to perform well at any task, when there is no one there to approve for it.
Well, you could say that what we have right here and right now is ultimately a unique opportunity to do our best as conscious, more or less moral and hopefully not so politically correct human beings with a healthy look on reality which doesn't lead us into vast psychotic thinking.
Perphaps the best and smartest thing we can do is to use this time here on this very special planet, in a very special solar system, with everything being perfectly lined up for us because of processes which have lasted longer than we can possibly imagine.
To use this time for good. So, once we've all realized that our true meaning relates to our status as mammals on this planet, with certain things in common with certain other species, we all have our needs, whether it'd be eating enough food, sleeping enough, and basically trying to live as healthy as we please, while also working in accordance with other, higher achievments, such as intellectual and perhaps physical excellence.
Whatever you do with your life, the good things to do are most of the time the things you can look back at and smile. If you feel down, you are just further ahead towards your next high. Keep that in mind. Be aware of what you value, and value the things you know you value. Believe it or not, there is a process between the two, and it takes willpower to apply.
Realize yourself in every way. Remember, no matter who you are, you are only the person that you act, so with that in mind, you can be whatever you are within certain phyical and logical limits. But, there's also that, that where logic applies, reasoning sometimes create a certain limited logic that may fail to see the true path of reality in your own life.
Be aware that the mind itself is too old-fashioned for today's society unless conditioned in accordance to the reality of your current situation. With that in mind, go out there and be all you can be, create the future of your dreams.
Simple?
Be thankful for what you have, reflect upon life, and simply do your things. And do them good. You only have one shoot at life, but you have lots of opportunities to shoot at.
Everything is a learning process. Perhaps that's how all things came to be the way they are today.
Perhaps will we never know. Perhaps we shouldn't even care. Perhaps we should, just not base our lives around it.
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