Revelations and Random Schmutta
Jun. 21st, 2003 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vaxjediLife is a dymanic tension between two forces. Not Yin and Yang. Not order and chaos. Not life and death. But between revelation and inspiration. Discovering what is there versus creating what is not.
I have always been wondering why, cosmically speaking, that it mattered if I got up and went to work in the morning. I've been fighting against the feeling that nothing I really do matters in the big picture. That there must be some sort of meaning and reason, overall.
Here's my revelation: nothing I really do does matter in the big picture.
But wait, there's more.
The next revelation: that it's all okay, because I don't live in the big picture anyway.
The fact is, no one does (well, maybe some gods out there do, but no one I know, even my gods). We are each these infinite universes of opinions, neuroses, potentials, needs, virtues, vices and memories. And when worlds collide, we get what we call life. But we only ever see what intersects our own little reality. There are millions of people in our multiverse that we never intersect with. Like Schoedinger's cat, they only exist in potenia unless we encounter them. And we weren't meant to. We were never meant to. Humans are social creatures, not omni-present ones. We are meant to be bubbles of reality that influence each other at tangent points. We aren't meant and are incapable of being or comprehending the whole system, because there isn't a single system.
We don't matter in the big picture because the big picture doesn't matter to us.
I have always been wondering why, cosmically speaking, that it mattered if I got up and went to work in the morning. I've been fighting against the feeling that nothing I really do matters in the big picture. That there must be some sort of meaning and reason, overall.
Here's my revelation: nothing I really do does matter in the big picture.
But wait, there's more.
The next revelation: that it's all okay, because I don't live in the big picture anyway.
The fact is, no one does (well, maybe some gods out there do, but no one I know, even my gods). We are each these infinite universes of opinions, neuroses, potentials, needs, virtues, vices and memories. And when worlds collide, we get what we call life. But we only ever see what intersects our own little reality. There are millions of people in our multiverse that we never intersect with. Like Schoedinger's cat, they only exist in potenia unless we encounter them. And we weren't meant to. We were never meant to. Humans are social creatures, not omni-present ones. We are meant to be bubbles of reality that influence each other at tangent points. We aren't meant and are incapable of being or comprehending the whole system, because there isn't a single system.
We don't matter in the big picture because the big picture doesn't matter to us.
