Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Resource Scarcity

Antilife limits abundance, fearing that abundance will make us too happy; too comfortable. As much as I hate citing NPR, here's an article on raisins. No, it's not that we actually think we're running out of energy--our quest is against a land of plenty, because we prefer to believe that it is only by our deliberate suffering we are improved. We starve and butcher the most of us because we believe that is how the fewer of us get better. We believe in definition by contrast, by reference, rather than by nature, by intrinsics, so we actually do think that you need evil in order to provide a reference point from which good can be judged.

Because if we were all happy all the time, how would we know it? Would relaxation and feasting and orgies and exploration and play have any worth if we weren't able to simultaneously watch monitors where others were being flayed or made decrepit? Of course not. We buy this suffering because of our dark Law of Contrasts--because of our fear that we could not define ourselves, or understand our own consciousnesses, likes or dislikes, without referencing something worse.

Lies, untruths, wrongnesses. In any form, the Law of Contrasts is wrong. It's broken. We could indeed take pleasure in things without a corresponding amount of suffering. A needle can be sharp without reference to a cottonball, and vice versa; a toddler can giggle when you hand it a cottonball, even if no one has ever stabbed it with a needle. We do not require visceral "opposite" examples in order to understand who we are and where we are.

The battle with the Law of Contrasts occupies so much of our time here. Really, look at that NPR thing again--there are reasons why "Big Raisin" might want to shut that guy down, but how do we even get into that state of greed, except by feeling, in some primal way, that we can only be worth something if others are worth nothing? Having $46 billion is meaningless if everyone else does; having two legs and two arms and consciousness is meaningless if everyone else does. So we compete, we classify, we archive and order and regulate, trying to differentiate ourselves, and justify our own uncertain existence, by driving up the price through artificial scarcity. We're so afraid, so very afraid, that we're not special just because we are, so we try to "prove" we are by eliminating competition. And really, how petty and childish and pitiful that is, right? This little pseudo-philosophical stuff seems not to be worthy of serious contemplation, until we consider the rather abject nature of the madness by which these overlords run the world. How sad, after all, that they're really just afraid they're not good enough.

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