In this dream I awoke in an unfamiliar house and I discovered that the front door opened into a large swimming pool. And floating serenely atop this tranquil tract of water was a live leatherback turtle taking a break from its shell.
And this is what it looked like:
Don’t ask me why it had a comically compact body, but it didn’t seem to mind at all.
As we hurtle endlessly through the Great Void at breakneck speed, have you ever wondered – are we actually getting anywhere?
We’re just spinning round in circles, aren’t we?
Kept in check by our toasty Sun’s gravitational field, adrift in a dark, cold emptiness that is supposedly gradually expanding. And by expanding I imagine they mean that everything is lazily drifting outwards, like debris being sucked out to sea.
And if we aren’t experiencing universal drift, then we’re basically ending up back where we started, aren’t we?
As my physics teacher taught me, if you end up back at your starting point, then your total displacement is zero, which means your velocity is zero, which mean you did shit-all.
So what did I get up to today? Does it ultimately matter?
What did you get up to? Are you experiencing this brief life to the max?
Reading this over, I can only surmise that it must make me sound super depressed or tired of life or something. But really I’m just pondering the meaning of life and all that, which is something people do when they’re bored. I guess that would make philosophers some of the most bored people on the planet.
Anyway, we’ll continue spinning on our little ball of moss, keeping each other warm just like our cheery little sun. Off you go then!
This morning I was browsing Reddit and came across this 80’s movie called They Live by John Carpenter. Although one would assume it would be a relatively dated film, it contains an age old message that is surprisingly relevant to today’s modern society.
I had never heard of the film up until today, so I suppose this was not some culturally significant or aesthetically outstanding movie, albeit with a slight cult following.
Or maybe people just don’t want to be woke.
There is a famous scene in the film where the protagonist first puts on a pair of sunglasses that allows him to see the subliminal messaging that is prevalent in all our media, with luridly straightforward messages like Obey and Reproduce!
I found it rather apt and timely considering our modern generation still has a screen addiction, albeit a slightly smaller, more compact one. We take comfort in anonymity and virtual validation, find pleasure in mind-numbing experiences through our eyes and ears in the safety of our homes.
And so we should all stay home and remain the obedient, conforming consumers, rendering our service for the good of society and reproducing to continue contributing cogs to the machine.
Sometimes you’ll see something on the internet, about a person you don’t know, by a person you don’t know, and it stirs you to action.
It may not mean much, but is human connection through the interwebs, through electrical impulses under the ocean (not unlike the electrical impulses to our brains) not equivalent to some level of real human connection?
Anyway, Fishball – here is a poem for you:
There are some things that words cannot mend Some things for which tears you may expend And through your art messages you send Your story and feelings carefully you tend I feel so much that is unspoken Across the internet on this end From a fellow Malaysian to another Only my heartfelt condolences I can extend