Philosophies

Philosophy on being dyslexic:

             I am dyslexic and so are some of the most creative people on earth. My hypothesis: is that people who are dyslexic are naturally more creative than regular people.

             Most people see a word for what it is. Someone who is dyslexic sees it for what it could be. When you look at a word, you see the letters as they exist on paper. A dyslexic takes those same letters and rearranges them unconsciously. If creativity is anything it is taking what exists and creating new order for it. That is what the dyslexic mind does naturally, and why dyslexics are over-represented in the fields of art, entrepreneurship, and engineering. 

The Purpose of Life: 

             The purpose of life is more life. What I mean by this is that all the things that give our lives the most meaning, joy and purpose can be construed as “more life”. 

        This is true from a biological perspective. If life is anything, it is survival and reproduction. We are wired from millions of years of evolution to be reproductively successful. Just as all species are. 

      It is also true from a poetic stand point. What are some of the things in life that give you the most meaning? Family? Pets? Helping Others? Creating? These are all instances where people dedicate their life, to more life. All the most important things in life, are instances of that. What are your top 3 favorite activities? Eating? We need to take life, and consume it, in order to sustain our life. Sex? Sex is the act of creating more life. Being in nature? Being in nature releases dopamine in the brain because it is our natural habitat. Being with friends? We are social by nature and need to be social in order to stay healthy. That's why the worst thing you can do to a prisoner is put them in solitary. 

      I personally get a lot of meaning from being creative. Everything ever created was created for life itself. Every piece of art ever created, was a window of one’s life, that was shared with the world. That is someone giving their lives to life. Everything man has ever created has been a tool for life. More often than not, to make life easier on ourselves. People use their lives, to contribute to other peoples lives. Whether it is art, engineering or any other form of creation, it is contributing to humanity as a whole. I am happiest when I dedicate my life, to life, and these are all instances of that.

On Existentialism:

         I think that the “existential crisis”, is the result of human beings having evolved the capacity for reason. We are the only species to ask the question “why” like we do. “Why” as a question is really the question; “what reason?”. If you are a reasonable person, you do things for a reason. If I told you to jump up and down for an hour, you would ask me “why?”. Because if you are reasonable, you will need a reason to do anything. Existential thinking, is human beings taking that same idea, and then asking “why life?” Which is a natural progression for humanity, now that we have the capacity for reason.

The 21st Century Allegory of the Cave:

      A man has grown his whole life in his home. Never having left. Never having the need to leave. When he is hungry, he commands bots to order him food, and a drone flies in and drops it on his lap. When he is bored, an endless variety of entertainment exists on the screen that sits promptly in front of his face. When he must relieve himself, his motor chair doubles as a toilet and bede. When he is in need of socialization, he interacts with the world thru his screen. When he has sexual desires, a robotic doll pleases him. His entire existence, is indeed in this virtual world in which he lives. His whole life, it is all he has ever known, it is all he has.

       One day, the power goes out. The screens turn from vibrant flashing colors to black. The man removes his VR goggles, to look around his room for the first time in years. He tries to move his chair but the chair will not budge. He calls for Alexa, but gets no response. He tries to get up out of his chair and can barely manage to stand, for his legs are so weak. His attention shifts toward the door. The door which has always been there, that he has never opened in his life. He knows there must be something out there, for that is the door that the drone opens and closes to bring him his food. 

       He manages to crawl to the door, and open it up. He for the first time in his life, is exposed to the outside world. Of course he has seen the outside world many times over on his screen, but this is the first instance in which, he himself, has set his own eyes upon it. 

        He crawls outside. For the first time in his life, he breathes fresh air. The smell of the pine trees is underwhelming, as compared to the fragrances he sprays in his home. He looks around to beautiful green trees and hills surrounding him, and they appear dull and gray compared to the vibrant flashing color of his screens. He hears the faint chirping sound of birds. A sound not nearly as appealing as his favorite music, which he blasts in his headphones day in and day out. A beautiful woman walks by, and the man finds her hideous. Her figure is unappealing compared to the dolls which he has gotten used to being with. 

      “Hello” the woman says, “can I help you?” The man stares at the woman. “You know, you look like you need some help, my family home is just up the road if there's anything….” The woman continued, but the man could not pay attention to her words. He had never been privy to conversation so monotonous. The woman notices the man’s attention drifting and goes on her way.

      What am I to do? The man thinks to himself. He imagines the images he sees on his screens, and is immediately bored with his own imagination. He is bored with the silence that is embedded in his own mind, but doesn’t have the capacity to entertain himself. He looks around, desperately waiting for something, anything to happen. 

        A pack of wolves appears in the distance. They begin to move toward the man. The wolves came very close, yet the man does not move. He feels indifferent toward them, they were not nearly as cute as the animals he had seen in movies. Then the wolves come closer, and began to show their teeth and growl. The man feels no fear, for they were not nearly as scary as the things he had seen in his horror movies. Then the wolves begin to eat him.

     It was only when one wolf wrapped its jaws around his neck, that the man came to his senses. His eyes lit up, his heart began to race, For the first time in his life, he knew what it was to feel alive, but it was already too late. The man was eaten alive. For he did not feel as should have felt, when he was in a natural environment, and it was the death of him.