Do you want to be free?

When I first started reading about ancient philosophers, in my mind I figured, quite ignorantly, that their philosophies would be linked quite considerably with their religions, but, much to my surprise, what I got was a bunch of guys saying “look, fellas, even if there are gods, I really don’t think their very interested in us”. As far as my studies have gone the only religion to interfere with the building of philosophy was Christianity and that was mostly people going “look, guys, I think that god is probably a real guy for the following, quite logical, reasons,” so even then it wasn’t that intrusive.

Philosophy, I learned, isn’t about religion; it’s about reality.

People, things, perception of things by people, the reasons why people perceive things the way that they do and the acceptance of the endless possibilities. Philosophy is about all sorts of things.

I used to, before I began my explorations, believe that I was a realist, then I realized that I don’t actually know what is real and what isn’t, and the way that I saw the world shifted quite dramatically and it became about perception. Suddenly it wasn’t about what was there, it was about what I thought was there and there was a huge freedom in that. The freedom that came with thinking of all the possibilities that what I saw wasn’t what was actually what was there, in reality.

After this sugar rush of freedom I was left with endless possibility, but in the end I didn’t break all the rules or send myself to prison because, despite not being able to tell the truth of the reality that I perceive, I would still like this perception as pleasant as possible. I still feel pleasure and pain and I still have a sense of self-preservation, that’s me, that’s real, I think therefore I am, so on and so forth.

After my consideration of breaking all the rules, there came a long conversation about freedom. What is freedom? What does it mean? What does it symbolize? In short it’s not having something, it’s being free of… you know… stuff. When people talk about freedom, they’re usually talking about a specific type of freedom; freedom of responsibility.

People in prison, people who have had their freedom taken from them, mostly due to “bad behavior”, they have been put under threat, threat if further imprisonment, threat of solitary confinement, threat of lots of things. They are suddenly responsible for where their body is put and how it is treated. Responsibility is choice; it’s the choice between neglect and attention.

Your body is your responsibility, whether you chose to neglect it or pay it avid attention, it is and will be until you no longer inhabit it, your responsibility. Adults, among all the other living beings on this earth, will never have freedom, simply because they have physical body and a mind capable of looking after it.

All this raises a question; are only the mindless ever truly free? Pretty much, yeah. Think about it this way; a baby, completely useless, totally and utterly unable to look after themselves with or without a caregiver. Everything they do they do on instinct; they cannot be held responsible for their body. Their parents on the other hand, can. All in all, there isn’t an over abundance of freedom in being a parent.

Another thing babies can’t do; babies can’t make choices. Full stop. They cannot make a choice. They don’t cry because they want to, they cry because according to their hardwiring they have no other option. Their brains are too underdeveloped to even begin grasping the concept of preference. They are completely free of choice as well as responsibility.

Babies in general are free of all sorts of things, but grown ups aren’t. Fully matured adults are never free of choice, ever. Even if someone is holding a gun in to your head telling you not to do the thing, that doesn’t mean you can’t, it just means there is a large amount of incentive not to do to.

You still have the choice, you still if have a choice, even if that choice is just thinking a specific thought, it’s all made of the same stuff.

To be free is to be nonexistent and to be nonexistent is to be free, that’s just the way that things are as we choose to perceive them.

When you think about, why should we care about what we do if what we see, hear, smell, taste, or touch could be different to what hear, smell, taste, or touch? Would you take the risk it?

I believe that what we see is the base coat of some incredibly detailed masterpiece, we can only see the vague colors and outlines, but it exits, we just can’t see it al

Dystopian present

I used to think that ‘it sickens me’ was just a phrase that writers used to show a character’s disgust, but now, as people who are so not worthy of their fate are about to be shot for a reason that isn’t good enough, I realise that I was wrong. I never thought that I would actually feel physically ill by what happens in the world, I used to think that everywhere else was exactly like where I am now, but now I realise that everywhere is different and here isn’t that fly either.

Authors from all over the world think of dystopian futures to sell to audiences who really just want stories that don’t make them feel guilty about the time they live in. Whats scary is that all you have to do is turn on the news and you can experience some dystopian horror without having to buy the book. Sure, we don’t send our children off to a fight to the death, but we send them off to war.

We are the type of evil that is convinced that it is not.

I hope that one day futuristic people will look back on us the way that we look back on vikings raiding french villages for their supplies and anything else they could possibly offer. I hope that they will look at us sadly as we roost in their history books and coo in relief, saying “thank god thats over”. I hope that one day humans will be viewed as human, not as a level of rank.

I believe that we will get better, we have moved on once, we get smarter and more interested and we will build upon the knowledge we already have and we will move on past things like holocausts that nobody notices, and capital punishment, and war the same way that we moved past disease, and world wars, and wide spread slavery.

I want to be mocked by future generations, I want them to look at me and my petty kind and I want them to be saddened and ashamed and I want them to feel guilty because of our plights, because if they can do that then we have grown. We have gotten stronger and wiser.

I want school children to look at two men in an Indonesian prison who did so much to help despite it all and the recount of how they were shot anyway to make a point about drugs and I want them to go home and think about it, to think about how they can’t believe that anyone could ever do that. I want them to be smarter than me, I want there to be farther than we can go than just murder.