What the F*** do we Know?

Yes, said it. It is some AI tool or a human, or whatever your interpretation allows it (nice pun, no?) to be. What did it say yes to? What is the most common sign of a childhood trauma? It is the one’s hunger for success and fame. Oh! That’s the answer. The nervous system, always itchy, with no scratch available, prying on me, in a state of restlessness, exercising its free will (which is an illusion) that we believe is ours, because in our unconsciousness we believe and we so called manifest, now sold as a fancy product amidst those endless scrollings. 

But, what is this itch? It is never letting you rest, a function of hardwiring that happened when we did not want it to happen, seeking validation amidst other mortals – may be god laughs at us for that. Would same be the case if we were the lone survivor on this planet, let us assume with food, shelter, and all those hedonistic elements? I am afraid, no. It is funny how we are unconsciously a function of this society, even those who claim to be revering in solitude. Can we cut this unholy umbilical cord? Damn you, evolutionary biology. I didn’t sign up for this. I wanted control, and all you have given me is slavery. 

To suffer is to evolve, and watch our suffering, our endurance. To serve penance in this very epicurean society. To be a sage with no cravings, or to live with cravings. And that’s celebrated as achievement, is it? It sounds like a punishment. To go against our will to satisfy the sense, our mind, or more fatally – Me. Yes, it is the Me that I defend all the time, that lives with myself. If the objective of a sage is to transcend the me, why were we born with a me? Narcissism. We all our bloody narcissistic, even the best actors. And it is too damn difficult to hide nowadays, and why should one hide it? We want that perfect picture, defined by the societal traditions and rituals, and who has the time to pause and question? The hypnosis is too strong. I would not advocate stopping and reflecting. It is maddening. It is psychotic – better to be ignorant than aware. Better to be, just be. Live this trance, my friends, for what lays beyond is not known, and we don’t want the unknown, do we?