Human Weakness Part 1

The average person believes human beings to be the smartest, most advanced and capable creatures on the planet. I do not think this is so. Humans may have more capabilities, although we also have multitudes more weaknesses. It is these weaknesses that I will focus on here. I am not going put them in any particular order, they are all bad, some are worse than others and they are not organized as such. So don’t think that the first is the worst.

Before I begin, I feel I must address some strengths first. Thumbs are the first thing I can think of that separate us from the animal kingdom. The ability to understand complex mathematics is another. On a side note. I have observed my cat catching many mice and his precise method of doing so. Like calculating when a train traveling south at forty mph and a train traveling west at twenty-five mph will meet. My cat springs towards his destination arriving at the same time as the mouse. That considered, the unique skill of mathematics that humans have developed can break down the actions of my cat into an equation. Animals perform feats of mathematics multiple times per day, human beings break it down to math and logic, over and over. Also the medium I am engaged in is unique to humans. The written word provides a reference or a written memory for future generations to look upon. Our ancestors knew how to make a message last. They wrote everything important on stones. The written word in my opinion has been a positive to the human species as a whole. The exception to that being the people deemed by the higher ups responsible for creating and distributing the written word to the masses. The ones who decides what gets published as written word have degraded the practice of writing to the point that in today’s world people would rather dry their clothes in the rain than read more than five pages of writing.

Having control of the written word has a distinct advantage as long as the ones reading don’t question what they read. So, gullibility will be the first thing I write about. Every person ever born has believed something that isn’t true. Ninety-five percent of people believe everything they hear from an authoritative source like the television or newspaper. I don’t know this for a fact, yet I would bet that around only eighty percent of person to person interaction is perceived as being true. Every major event in history is marred with lies. Even information about the Great Pyramids are saturated with lies. How far do these lies go? When did people start believing them? The path that the human species would’ve walked to reach the present moment would have been drastically different if we all knew a lie as soon as we heard it. I, personally have been deceived in the past. In hindsight it looks so clear, however when you are living the moment your innervision isn’t as good as it is in hindsight. The ability to discern is apparently not there. I used to wrack my brain trying to figure out how to wake up gullible people. Then I discovered that the reason they don’t listen to me is because I don’t own any badges with the label; Authority Figure. I’ve tried providing evidence to their face, despite the evidence in front of them, the average person will say 999/1000 that the guy on television is right.

In the year 1999 the internet was starting to make headway as far as exposing the big lies. Ever since 9-11 the lies have been swallowed like medicine. When the real medicine is the medicine that will let you know when you have been hoodwinked!

How Does Feeling Old Effect My Enthusiasm?

  I am finally realizing that I am in fact getting older. I’m not talking about sore muscles and aching joints, those are normal things to feel after working hard many days in a row. I somewhat like having sore arms and legs when I wake up. I work hard, play hard and have had a “go big or go home” mentality for years now. However I am mellowing with age. When I tackle a project I try not to miss the smallest details. I’m a young thirty year old man so I’m currently in the midst of learning about fine details. I’m a long way from knowing everything and everything is something that only collectively we know.

 Not just learning the fine details, the time I spend learning basic details puts me in a place that I wasn’t in before. This hands on learning is absorbing so much of my time that I only have time to think during tedious work. When the work is done I feel satisfied and tired. Even though I still have these thoughts running wild, I don’t think I have the wherewithal to do any good writing. I am a perfectionist who deletes more than he writes. That considered, I work too much for anything I write to meet my standard. So, I am going to have unpredictable timing with my posts. I hope I have the wherewithal to do this once a week for the next fifty years!

 I must be getting old because I am becoming the kind of person I used to rail against. I am becoming the man who works so much everyday, so much that he/she can’t do any research to know that the very system they are beholden to is owned by the same putrid individuals who designed this system of wage slavery. We work too much. So much in fact that we have no time, no free time at all to ask ourselves; “why do things work the way they do?” Or, “why is Daddy only home at night to sleep.” Or the famous question: “Isn’t there more to life than this?” I still crave an answer to these questions yet I work too much now to write anything of any worth down. I understand the system to which I am enslaved. Not having time to fight against this system of Wage Slavery is making me feel bottle-necked.

 Worrying about my battles against nature, battles against time and also my own fatigue have made me understand my priorities much better. The political battle is always in my head. The farming battle cannot wait. For example; if I spent a week handing out fliers from town to town, hanging banners.. My crops will die. Whatever doesn’t die, the quality will be greatly diminished. It’s these old man priorities that make me wake up early everyday. The battles of truth and “waking people up” is less serious to me now that I have so much to work to maintain. Is it a sign of old age that the time I spend working greatly outweighs the time I spend philosophizing? Is this the part of my life where my skin becomes so thick that is appears calloused?