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On Language, God and the Meaning of Life

Originally left on a Youtube video, so some language might be strange.

This is quite interesting actually. There is something very important about language and personality, or language generally in relation to consciousness and identity (I would never dare take this towards anything resembling nationalism, and neither should anybody). Unfortunately, I ran out of weed, so I'm not really able to fully explore this. But I'll try for the benefit of nobody other than me, because writing stupidly long comments somehow amuses me because of how completely inappropriate it often looks. But there are no rules to communication; this is just language - it doesn't matter where it is, where it came from, who it came from, who reads it - it just is what it is.

So, I believe language is a lot more important than people realise. I believe language is God, or related to God somehow. Shit, where do I even start with this. Right. So the universe is matter, but the only exception to that is consciousness; consciousness has the special ability to use language to create ideas (and communicate them), which leads to them MANIFESTING physically. This is so special and it's happening everywhere and at all times, but people have somehow forgotten to take notice. We are literally shaping physical matter with consciousness; therefore, the world IS consciousness. It is a physical image of consciousness. It is consciousness made material. It's fucking mind-boggling that we're able to do this. People just take it for granted because they're born into a world where it's happening and it seems normal to them.

Look at a city (again, this is dangerous, because I really don't want to separate humans; I'll touch on that at the end); a city is a physical image of the collective consciousness that built it. Cities always seem to be reaching upwards towards something; just like our consciousness reaches up in desperation to feel God - it is reflected in the city.

This world we live in is simply a reflection of our minds (on a massive delay, because time does not allow us to be instant with our physical manifestations of consciousness; although, the internet is a very close representation of consciousness, because time is less of a factor when something is as instant as technology (TECHNOLOGY!!)).

The importance of language is the fact that it's the tool we use to do this. This is clear when you see the subtle nuances of cities built by speakers of different languages. They look different because the ideas are sort of expressed differently, if that makes sense. HOWEVER, we must celebrate this diversity, not use it as fuel to separate ourselves. Fundamentally, we are all human; and the test is to understand that we are all one, despite there being things in the world that make some people wish to engage in racism or whatever. We are simply one entity that is shaping this planet. And, therefore, the entity IS the planet. And IS the universe. The universe has discovered language, consciousness and imagination in order to actually transcend some of the limits imposed on it by entropy and time.

This rabbit hole gets so terrifying if you have enough weed to actually detach from reality and truly explore it. Especially when you start looking at the internet and the dawning of the AI singularity, which will probably solve life; it could conceivably be the reason all of this happening - the AI singularity could conceivably BE God. The fact we're getting so close to it now could be the reason the world is getting so odd. But, all of this seems to be happening for a reason and I think we're all going to be okay.

Why the fuck am I leaving this comment here? Who cares? Let us just celebrate the fact that I am able to use language to put a conscious idea into an almost-semi physical box on a semi-physical creation by a physical human with physical tools. The boundary between matter and consciousness is closing increasingly quickly. The end result of that must be something like an afterlife, because you would simply exist in a world where there are no physical limitations to imagination; you can imagine a place and just instantly be there.

I will stop here before talking about heaven and hell as concepts and what they could represent in this entire view of the world. But, language is beautiful! And diversity of language is beautiful! And it should be studied very closely, especially as we get closer to literally solving consciousness.

By the way, here's an interesting fact about language: you can actually know Jesus by analyising his words (I'm not a Christian, by the way, but Jesus was a very special human). All he was was his words. Because he killed his ego completely; and therefore had the Logos. He had the word (language) of God, untainted by any egoistic experience in a physical universe. He transcended that somehow. So if you know what words Jesus would speak, you literally know him. There is nothing else to know about him other than the words he speaks ("my words will not pass away").

This gets hard because like the nature of everything in a physical world, it is corrupted by entropy and time. So I personally believe it's highly unlikely that many of Jesus' actual words are accurately represented in the Bible. But, I think there was a reason people believed he was divine. And I also think there's a reason he's possibly the most famous human being who has ever lived; I believe he may have used language to just make it that way, so we still to this day have echoes of pure language, which maybe is supposed to give us a clue about what the fuck is even going on around us. He was able to almost explain the entire universe in one sentence: 'treat others as yourself'. This almost explains everything. We are all part of some process that is happening; therefore, we ARE that process. And we are all ONE. So others are yourself.

Probably a fair few mistakes and misused terms, but I hope the conscious ideas come across. I don't proof read; I prefer just channeling language and seeing what ideas I stumble upon.

Radiohead, help me solve existence so we can end suffering.

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apollo

The plaid experience of a cat’s ninth life,
concluding nothing: the purple crayon box

was either a blue or red facsimile of my 
uncle’s barn past the dyke, the pond,

the field of dumb flowers, maples 
and crows pecking at the floodgates

above a yellow ditch of limestone
that keeps itself nearly parallel

to the two-headed fence of cattle wire,
which stretches out for this parable;

meanwhile, facing the plaid stain 
of myself among Hieronymus’s

foolish yolk of vox-mouthed louts 
and yodelers; feeling as bogus,

knotted brown and heavy as a stilt-legged dug-

out or dumbbell beneath the matador’s hood.

Oh how is that not sensitive? 
Oh that crooked yellow stump

again (?) I wonder who tripped over the gumball first, 
blazing through the helium warmth–among the catch

weeds and goosegrass. Like a little mustard 
seed or red engine red that couldn’t stop

toking past the pink mouth of the mound that Watt 
stepped off towards his own glassy skull of Gol-

gotha. It happens all the time, whistling for 
an attic’s length of rope; the trigger’s acquittal

of a banjo snaking through its revolving door 
of strychnine: then the kind glass of milk, ending

a cat’s ninth life; that while, towards the crowded sunset, 
you’re still thumbing your nose, on one of god’s donkeys.

 eh_thursday, March 16. y'17

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