I Don't Know

It is funny how much work is required to train one's mind to a new system of thinking. Since I have come to Whitman, bits and pieces of a new line of thought have slowly trickled into my mind, but I have yet to put the puzzle together because I am still missing so many of the pieces. I would have never thought this earlier in my life, but it requires practice to change the way you think. I have to make a conscious effort to think the way I believe I should be thinking, and it is tiring. To be honest, it is often a downer.

I have recently been exposed to a line of philosophy that has enlightened me to the truth (in my opinion) that the universe is a system of complete and infinite harmony. Everything in our universe and millions of others are simply on a constant mode of repeat. When this universe dies billions of years from now, another will be created billions of years from that, and billions more after that event I will again be posting this blog. When you believe something like this, there is hardly any motivation to adhere to the laws of society, let alone discipline yourself to pay taxes or work out regularly. I could possibly, at any moment, go run into the streets and begin overturning cars and robbing houses. But I won't, because in the harmony of infinity, I am a logical human being who spends his time contemplating infinity (sober) and experiencing infinity (stoned). What adds joy to this system of belief is actually what many of you may view as its downside: The utter insignificance of our universe adds so much complexity to it that I can barely contain myself. Our universe is most likely a speck of a particle making up one atom in another universe, which in turn is another speck. Every time you bite into a cheeseburger or have an orgasm, you are experiencing an event of ultimate complexity, because it contains infinite mulitverses within that single, solitary act. It is rather humbling to say the least.

My roommate has now abandoned me, while I am in the process of writing this post, to go satisfy his hunger for the infinite experience that is human touch. I, myself, have infinitely experienced french fries and beer just recently. I am sure today you have all infinitely experienced something remarkable. Maybe you ate a banana, or went for a walk, or got hit in the temple by a golf ball. All equally complex and remarkable.

A bastard (as some say I am) would take advantage of this philosophy to be a huge dick to everyone all around him, using the excuse "none of this matters in infinity." That excuse, upon examination, is absurd, because the complexity of infinity is essentially harmony, and anyone who is beating up grandmas or twirling babies around their heads is definitely not in harmony with their surroundings. Chilling on a log, as my good friend Aaron Mandel has been known to do, is perhaps the greatest form of universal oneness a human being can achieve without the assistance of hallucinogenic drugs.

I can no longer type anything interesting, which is not saying a lot.