THE DEAD KNOW NOTHING AT ALL

 

Stream of consciouness or lame attempt at a blog

Le fou se réjouit a la manifestation de ses pensées.

Ce n'est pas à l'intelligence que l'insensé prend plaisir, C'est à la manifestation de ses pensées.

A fool hath no delight in understanding, but that his heart may discover itself.

One thing Elon Musk said recently is that he was looking a lot when he was younger for THE MEANING OF LIFE

and then he realised like Douglas Adams that

we were ASKING THE WRONG QUESTION(S)

Anyone knows anyway that it is 42 :P

The meaning of life at this very moment is to sit here under the fan in this 32 degrees weather listening to Mozart and try not to worry too much about the meaning of life or its lack thereof.

I get way too down browsing too much internet
and I certainly CANNOT agree with Satchmo
that it IS a wonderful world.

Then again I sometimes vaguely realise that my perception of the world is not gospel truth or science and is a valid or as invalid as any of the 8 billion different perceptions of the world.

To quote/ paraphrase Lenny Bruce

Let me tell you the truth. The truth is what is, and what should be is a fantasy. A terrible, terrible lie that someone gave to the people long ago.

Let me tell you the world. 

The world is what is, 

and what should be is a fantasy. 

A terrible, terrible lie that someone gave to the people long ago.

Even History is NOT the truth therefore not the world.

But still to go along with Mike and the Mechanics aphorism here

Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door

But as I am getting older I sometimes am glad I only got a few years left on this journey.

I relate more and more to this old Futurama meme:

I DON'T TO LIVE ON THIS PLANET ANYMORE

Everything is too tiring, exhausting, just knocking the wind and the will to live out of one every day.

I love that quote I just read from Simone de Beauvoir

La mort semble bien moins terrible, quand on est fatigué. 

Death seems much less terrible when one is tired

~Simone de Beauvoir

I miss some of the old days when one could speak and jester and joke; when minorities did not control you somehow???
We keep talking about democracy
(even though I doubt there is such a thing)
as if it was the Elysium, the cat's meow of all ideologies
 and yet one is cancelled, lapidated, discounted at the least word by what is but a fringe of society:
 an ideology that has taken way too much power
a little bit like the kings and bishops and the Holy Inquisition of old that could kill with a word.

Diversity if you ask me is an aberration. 

It has taken flight over more decent approaches 

like meritocracy which has never really succeeded 

since what really rules the world is 

nepotism, oligarchy and plain old BRIBES.

Replacing a mistake from the past
by a mistake from the present
is STILL a mistake.

All this Huxleyan traffic too is just mind boggling I nearly puke every time I hear the words influencers or content creator FFS.
 Yet some of those are millionaires
as if OnlyFans was a mark of $ucce$$!!!

Half wits with a camera and an internet connection now have their own soapbox and like P.T. Barnum will always have a number of fans to follow them. 

I think the sucker ratio of 1 per minute has exponentially grown when you get close to 8 billion possible followers.

The thing is and this is a subject, a metaphor, an allegory that I have referred to many many times:

Yet in this humongous PILE OF STINKING MANURE once in a while one finds a very nice pearl but yet the stench that sticks to you afterward makes the find a little less pleasurable.

Well there is no sense of smell in the grave if that is a relief now.

Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun. Ecc 9:6

10 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

As he said just before that THE DEAD KNOW NOTHING AT ALL

and that to me sometimes is a RELIEF

the Great Equalizer:
Saviour of us all
and of the planet too

KNOWING IS FUCKING EXHAUSTING

Seeing is exhausting

Hearing is exhausting

and as he said again quoted in  previous blogs

Studying is exhausting

a weariness of the flesh 

and in this post-truth too much information age the well is just way too fucking deep and too fucking dark.

There you go little meaningless blog another nothc to you 

I feel better, for all it is worth, writing a blog than doing anything else really prolly as useless and meaningless as anything else I do but still

maybe I am a content creator too??? 

FUCK FORBID! :P 

Relevance in a Post-Truth Exponential Huxleyan World

 Relevant:

relevant

rĕl′ə-vənt

adjective

Having a bearing on or connection with the matter at hand.

Meaningful or purposeful in current society or culture.

Relieving; lending aid or support.

But there is always always someone to bastardise and nullify a good word now there is even something called 

relevantmagazine.com|

Relevant is a bi-monthly Christian lifestyle magazine. 

The magazine is published by Relevant Media Group 

Thing is in this Post-Truth Exponential Huxleyan World

nothing is RELEVANT anymore

NOTHING is Having a bearing on or connection with the matter at hand.

NOTHING is Meaningful or purposeful in current society or culture.

NOTHING is lending aid or support

EVERYTHING is just CONFIRMATION BIAS.

In an evolution where the brain is programmed to eliminate and forget irrelevant information for survival
it is no wonder then that there is so much ADD / ADHD today.

It reminds me a bit of the time my friend and I loved to go to this repertoire cinema just to watch the Lions:
Prize for the best commercials in the world like Oscars Emmys and Tonys etc

Having your brain blasted for an hour and a half with 30 seconds ads was quite amazing.
Thing is that after watching like 180 commercials in a row you could barely remember a handful
to this day I think I remember TWO.

While I am here the second word of the day is

Demonise.

A lot of polarising people quite often much richer and much more intelligent than the hoi polloi are quickly demonised in this cancelling society. 

Elon Musk and Jordan Peterson come to mind here.

Their contribution to the world to say the least is much much greater than mine,
much much greater than any of all the SJWs out there and the constant commenters on the internet. 

The reason why I made this Marlon Brando meme really replacing the words:

THE HORROR! THE HORROR!

with

THE COMMENTS. THE COMMENTS.

The biggest problem with demonising I see is that one has a strong tendency while foaming at the mouth to

THROW THE BABY OUT WITH THE BATH WATER.

I am somewhat fascinated at times with Jordan Peterson though I try to see him with an unfiltered mind if there is such a thing.

At times he says great sensible things but often as most people are, yours truly included, he is UTTERLY FULL OF SHIT.

Especially lately he is getting worse and worse every day going down in flame but then again he has been very ill and his wife is dying so I try to give him some leeway.

No one can handle fame and power as he should know very well and he is not immune to it either.

Elon on another hand is well kind of special;
very privileged childhood
and a special strangely functioning Asperger Brain.

Mind you I guess he is not immune either to my favourite paraphrase of Balzac and should be thrown in the same bag as Oprah and so many other rich people:

“Behind every great fortune there is a crime.”

~ Honoré de Balzac

O well again to make another paraphrase:

“How can a young man cleanse his way?
By taking heed according to WHOSE word?

And to quote the old book again since it has been a big part of my programming:

12 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;

2 While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:

3 In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,

4 And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;

5 Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:

6 Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.

7 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

8 Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.

9 And moreover, because the preacher was wise, he still taught the people knowledge; yea, he gave good heed, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs.

10 The preacher sought to find out acceptable words: and that which was written was upright, even words of truth.

11 The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd.

12 And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

13 Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.

14 For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.

Well I will give you two things old SOL:

1. YES All in Vanity and Dust in the Wind;
2. Yes too much study IS a weariness of the flesh!

As for the creator thingie well many have tried this story for thousands of years before you back when there was no science and no one could explain shit and still tried.

But I like your poetry on growing old though.

This was one of the first sermon I ever heard back when I was 20 in a Baptist church and I was highly impressed by the use of the silver cord expression having just read Lobsang Rampa on the Third Eye and Astral projection and mentioning that the silver cord held your soul to your body.

Now don't get me going on this soul word again:
AIR BREATH HOT AIR fart if you want.

That is all it is 

You have air you have life;
you have no air you DON'T HAVE life
and this is the end of it the rest is made up.

(same goes with the word spirit,
You IN SPIRE you live
You EX SPIRE you die)

Nothing new under the Sun as good old Sol said again.

511 and counting

 

    2,110,233,600 seconds

    35,170,560 minutes

    586,176 hours

    24,424 days

    3489 weeks and 1 day

    6691.51% of a common year (365 days)

Watching short reels again and this wanker tells me that an average life is 4000 weeks which I thought sounder about right

76.923 years give or take a few weeks

I was always impressed 40 years ago by this preacher trying to impress on you the shortness of life and counting it in weeks

If you re 60 and you expect to live to 75 you have 750 weeks left

considering HOW FAST a week goes by and next thing you know it's Monday again AKA Bin Day here.

BLA BLA BLA the usual fear sermon on hell and damnation.

Was looking at the word Save today meaning

To save (someone) from danger or difficulty and I thought

How practical it is  to invent some fictitious danger
like hell to imply the need of a saviour

Anyway I keep joking about that to my massage therapist and my psychologist that I see more or less fortnightly. 

If I live to 72 I have 250 weeks left that is ONLY 125 massages.

Anyhow this wanker who was banking on the catchy preacher sentence used 40 years ago ( used for eons in fact your life is but a vapor etc etc) and then proceeding that YOU were wasting YOUR TIME and HE was gonna tell YOU how to make a better use of YOUR TIME and this is pretty well when I went:

GO FUCK YOURSELF WANKER!

I had another blog brewing after listening to
Don Henley's  Wasted Time that went a bit like this

That TECHNICALLY it is ALL WASTED TIME.

Time is only a short concept while we are alive.
Technically there was no time before we were born
and there will be no time after we die

or at least for all intents and purposes 
NO TIME KEEPING.

Like Roy Batty once famously said:
Our Time, Our Memories will all have vanished 
LIKE TEARS IN RAIN
give it just a few years and nobody NOBODY will remember what we did with our time.

So I got 3489 weeks done and dusted

24K days plus way more than Nick Cave's 22K anyway :P 

Got a long long long 28 weeks to wait
til I leave for Montreal
to spend a short 5 weeks there
if and if and if

But yeah! With 8 billion coming soon if you were to live one week with each individual on the planet you would have to live

153,846,153 YEARS  considering the population is growing exponentially these days you might have to live forever at least an eternity and a half! 

Well if I make it to 4000 weeks and fuck knows I like ROUND numbers I will be happy with that

511 to go and counting 

The lengths that people will go to aka For a Few Dollars More

 

I can't seem to do anything else these days but browse the internet since it seems I have lost my gaming mojo again despite being given some nice privilege I can't even talk about LOL
NDA involved and what not.

And I used to feel guilty browsing one short reel after another but now I don't feel guilty so much anymore, dirty maybe, but not guilty.

Dirty a bit like when I open Firefox and browse the Microsoft / MSN page: so much crap on there.

Anyway last trigger apparently is Neil Oliver joining the conspiracists pages out of spite I suppose since no one is interested anymore in his gambling rambling speculations on what may or MAY NOT have happened 1000 years ago: some people find it so so hard just to say

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW"

as it doesn't fill the time slot of your program or your book
and it wouldn't sell SHIT.

BUT NOT ONLY HIM THOUGH! 

EVERYBODY! 

EVERYBODY is a fucking GURU
and a fucking KNOW-IT-ALL on all subjects.

Welcome to the Internet.

• You're doing this wrong,
• you're doing that wrong,
• you're breathing wrong,
• sleeping wrong,
• drinking wrong,
• eating wrong,
• pissing wrong
• and shitting wrong. 

Listen to ME and for a small fee I will show you
how to
do, breathe, sleep, drink, eat, piss and shit RIGHT!

Barnum and Bailey on an exponential catalyst where everyone with a web cam and an internet connection is trying to sell you 
some snake oil / tripe / shite!  Click baits for a few dollars more.

And that is when they're cheap only fan type follow me is not just absolutely ridiculous or plain boring.

O well if I had any brains left I would surely find a better occupation for sure.. reading Dostoyevsky for instance might be more rewarding but I find myself exhausted every day not able to even finish that interesting link I just click on. 

Huxley Overload Syndrome maybe.

Too tired to study it all and too old to bother.  I don't have the energy anymore to pretend that I know better and that I am in the loop of all the secrets of the earth.  This gnostic bullshit has been going on and on and on for eons anyway.

As far as I know and as far as I am concerned
I WILL GET ALL my vaccines,
hope for the best
and QUE SERA SERA!
Trust the science kind of
not trying to be a rebel without a clue.

I wasted enough years in a cult like mind already and I am tired of it.

So here it is in a nutshell more of my babbling,
my empty sounds,
my kenophony!

More wasted zeros and ones among so many other wasted zeros and ones. Well unless you are an hexadecimal believer that is! :)

P.S. 16 blogs this year so far what I would call a slow year