A few potentially stupid thoughts... aka, same ol' same ol'
I don't feel much like writing so this is all just a rough draft of notes I had so I can delete them now. I hardly bothered editing here.
Analogous to a compressed file, as entropy increases in the universe, space expands as it becomes less compressible. It's as if the big bang is the gods right-clicking and extracting. Probably using a pirated version of winrar, I wouldn't put it below them. If humans are built in the image of gods, as some religions believe, then they're probably cheapskates as I and many are.
Entropy increase and human aversion to high order, one example, is existentially represented as our abhorrence for redundancy. What meaning has life when nothing is accomplished, if life is redundant and what we create is what has already been created? See Sisyphus.
Gravitational matter, conjecture of course, is comparatively low entropy, more compressible, hence why it *wants* to compress. Life sits somewhere between compressible (redundant) and less. Moreso for some (tell me about it).
One can't gain too much power or seek, intellectually or otherwise, too macroscopically or else power becomes diluted or burdening, see Champion's Paradox. To attain power one has to change power states to a state capable of holding that power and that state may be one not of your original, aka, you have to be something else. For instance, you can't directly have the power of a sun unless you become a sun. One also can't gain too much power by seeking too microscopically within or else power becomes too stoked and burns out too quickly; in that sense too much order is degenerate to human life. Life needs fed a steady but modest diet of entropy bits. It needs a Joker, an agent of chaos, to its Batman, so to speak.
Truth gets muddier as we use our intellectual glasses to see further than what they may be capable of, a symptom of order increasing beyond what is optimal. Truth is needed for survival. As we consume the world for survival, local order increases. Our brains and society can only handle so much. Inevitably the more we try to create local order we also create more local entropy as output.
Every question, when pursued to fullest effect, ultimately ends in muddied existential optimism or muddied existential pessimism. No full answer is simple. No question is safe from the muddy tributaries of philosophical ambiguity.
So you may ask what insights do these obsessive observations bring me? Nothing much. It shows me things are going just as determined. Behind all the lies, or chaos, is justification for the lies, so a truth, in essence. It also makes me more comfortable with not having concrete answers and more accepting of a chaotic world. I'm sure being an ant is chaotic in its own way; they're remarkably complex creatures, but zooming out and seeing a bit of method to their madness is comforting.
Analogous to a compressed file, as entropy increases in the universe, space expands as it becomes less compressible. It's as if the big bang is the gods right-clicking and extracting. Probably using a pirated version of winrar, I wouldn't put it below them. If humans are built in the image of gods, as some religions believe, then they're probably cheapskates as I and many are.
Entropy increase and human aversion to high order, one example, is existentially represented as our abhorrence for redundancy. What meaning has life when nothing is accomplished, if life is redundant and what we create is what has already been created? See Sisyphus.
Gravitational matter, conjecture of course, is comparatively low entropy, more compressible, hence why it *wants* to compress. Life sits somewhere between compressible (redundant) and less. Moreso for some (tell me about it).
One can't gain too much power or seek, intellectually or otherwise, too macroscopically or else power becomes diluted or burdening, see Champion's Paradox. To attain power one has to change power states to a state capable of holding that power and that state may be one not of your original, aka, you have to be something else. For instance, you can't directly have the power of a sun unless you become a sun. One also can't gain too much power by seeking too microscopically within or else power becomes too stoked and burns out too quickly; in that sense too much order is degenerate to human life. Life needs fed a steady but modest diet of entropy bits. It needs a Joker, an agent of chaos, to its Batman, so to speak.
Truth gets muddier as we use our intellectual glasses to see further than what they may be capable of, a symptom of order increasing beyond what is optimal. Truth is needed for survival. As we consume the world for survival, local order increases. Our brains and society can only handle so much. Inevitably the more we try to create local order we also create more local entropy as output.
Every question, when pursued to fullest effect, ultimately ends in muddied existential optimism or muddied existential pessimism. No full answer is simple. No question is safe from the muddy tributaries of philosophical ambiguity.
So you may ask what insights do these obsessive observations bring me? Nothing much. It shows me things are going just as determined. Behind all the lies, or chaos, is justification for the lies, so a truth, in essence. It also makes me more comfortable with not having concrete answers and more accepting of a chaotic world. I'm sure being an ant is chaotic in its own way; they're remarkably complex creatures, but zooming out and seeing a bit of method to their madness is comforting.
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