Is Bullshit
There was actually an article in Scientific American or maybe it was Nature, that I read some 30 years ago, that had that very title:
95% of everything is bullshit.
Now in the scientific community you need 95% repeatability/prediction capacity for a hypothesis to become a valid theory. So we can say that it is a scientific fact that 95% of what you think is almost certainly irrelevant, wrong, or nonsense.
I recall that when I read the article I had already written The Face on Mars and I thought the article was merely stating the obvious. Even before the update I did to it in 2014, it was clear to me, and has been most of my life, that the incredibly vast majority of humanity lived in a bubble of absurdities stacked into one another.
Truly original thought was as rare as dodo teeth.
The things you are taught about human history are almost entirely bad fiction.
The foundational truths of the “hard” sciences are a travesty of the actual truth.
The reality relating to metaphysical or supernatural issues so far out of order it is mostly directly inverted.
And, of course, even seeing through these things, I too, still see through a glass darkly.
Anyone that catches a glimpse of these hard facts tends to go nihilistic.
The attitude is one or more of the following:
- If I can’t figure it out, then who cares?
- Even if I figure it out I can’t change it.
- Does it really matter? I still have (work/dinner/the shopping) to do.
- Ok, fine. So what? What can *I* do about it?
- It’s too complicated to think about, so I won’t.
What I find even more astonishing than the lies, is the apathy, the weakness, the mental turpitude, the totally defeated, pointless, choice of being essentially a half-living thing, with no more agency of the average cactus.
How do you KNOW you are too stupid to understand? Have you ever tried?
How do you KNOW you can’t change anything or even the world?
How do you give up even before you started because you’re not “certain” of what the outcome might be?
These are not the ways of a man, or even of a curious child. They are the ways of a defeated, mentally stunned beast, nonchalantly marching towards the abattoir, and usually fighting you if you try to explain it to them, or prod it into consciousness for a brief moment.
I am torn, between wanting to do something to help them see, which they usually only do when they receive a big slap to the face; one God usually provides for some, or the luckier ones might read Believe! Or something else I wrote and receive that slap metaphorically and it sometimes is enough. So it can and does happen.
On the other hand, I can get so annoyed by what in essence I perceive as their abject cowardice, that I feel leaving the NPCs to their fate is the only rational thing to do.
Along with creating a community populated by those who have not yet lost their child-like curiosity, but only tempered it with talent, and an adult will.
I hope you’ll join me.
One more Sede has purchased a property in my general area.
It always begins with just one guy… be that guy or follow and join one.
This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here
