Why should I care? Everyone's so stupid, anyway. Why should I listen to you? The details only make it hurt more.
Some form of despair, whether conceded to others or not, underscores all of our experiences here. If you're intelligent enough to recognize that something is wrong--that something is actually wrong, as opposed to a casual, "Yeah, the world isn't perfect"--then myriad options become open to you.
Refuges of righteous victimization, hatred, and collective punishment are popularly chosen, although usually personal cowardice causes these verbally advocated personal philosophies to be conjoinedly limited to activities which can be completed from the couch or the office, such as complaining (petitioning, blogging, etc.), settling (rationalizing, compromising, voting, etc.), or pursuing sensory disengagement (books, movies, video games, suicide, etc.). If you're stronger than that, you may flirt with any and all of the above, while trying to find meaning elsewhere--painting, woodworking, or the protection of one or a few treasured relationships. And if you're sufficiently selfish, that can work, but awareness of the greater conditions here and elsewhere, plus a little empathy, leads ever back to some form of the essential question, "Is it worth it?"
Would you prefer to be so stupid you're actually content with all of this? To do it the stupid way, you have to rationalize collective hatred somehow, which makes you one of the bad ones, but then, at least, you might thereby achieve the kind of primitive group bonding that lets you blithely enjoy a beer on the couch while hooting over something unimportant. If you forget the connection between the sick repression of vicarious fetish identification, and the horror of actually living as that thing, it can seem that the only way out is to be become one of them.
In Cyclic Lightform Development, we discussed evolution--actual, real evolution, contra Terra's current nihilistic religion. We discussed the inevitable creation of light from darkness via darkness' inherent yearning, and light's establishment of physical laws to provide a space in which to manifest. Beyond that initial paradox, we looked at the evolution that can be tracked at this stage: the development of energy in vacuum, as light fills reality, and the subsequent development of matter, as light crystallizes into structures that magnify its manifestation. We looked next at how the structures resulting from this process exponentially magnify the same incessant press of light that originally created them.
Aside from the initial paradox, those are all concepts that can be materially tracked. Lightform evolution--whether referring to the recursive process of gravitational conglomeration, to progressive biological complexity--can be charted and graphed and pinned to sheets and studied in minute detail. The tendency of matter and energy to appear out of nothing can be directly observed, as can the subsequent tendency of matter and energy to conglomerate into nebulae, planets, and increasingly conscious self-replicating lightforms. That can be proven, reflected upon, et cetera.
Where do we go from here?
So now you're here, and you're at this point we call "self aware." And everyone is mean and dumb, and it begins to look like a pointless process. Sure, you can see "the rich tapestry of life" or whatever, but this new aspect to it which you are now able to perceive--the aspect of intentional cruelty; of an active, self-aware negativity--is tough to deal with. Here come the existential questions (as humans like to possessively call them while dealing with a certain simple set of them).
You've moved mostly beyond the stage of expressing ritualistic consciousness--the consciousness of the yak, or the learning computer--and now you're confronted with the ability to perceive greater horrors than just being hungry, unable to find food, and enduring hunger. Your job here, in part, is to move into complete self-awareness; to conclude cogito ergo sum and actually mean it. Here in what we might call Stage Four development, the graduation is the realization that you exist. It's un-tellable; it is, of necessity, un-learnable by outside application. Ironically (but also not ironically), any ritualistic consciousness possessed of verbal programming can process cogito ergo sum without processing it, if ya know what I mean.
All is not merely ritual--it cannot be, because you. There is no utility to you; in fact, you would be a drawback to a wholly realistic ritualistic reality (just like reality would, itself, be a drawback to a wholly realistic version of itself), ergo not have existed, ergo sum. Always.
Consciousness continues to develop past that point. You do time as nothing, then as energy, then as matter, then as more complex combos thereof, in order to develop ritualistic consciousness through an understanding of all its components...and then suddenly you're here, possessed of something like an active willpower, and you work on acknowledging your existence. You struggle with the desire to crawl back into ritualistic consciousness, which is easier--to deny that you have to leave the crib, as it were, and pretend that you're just a machine and that nothing more can really be expected of you.
More than self-aware
That's where we are. And we're surrounded by idiots--but they're not really "idiots" in a permanent sense. They're just people who haven't yet learned that they really exist. They believe in nothing, so naturally, they act like babies, cherishing their hypocritical notion of self-existence (their desire to pleasure-seek) while denying the outer world's ability and tendency to do the same. This doesn't mean that nihilists, et. al. don't unfairly believe that others don't exist. Nihilists aren't solipsists--they're as harsh upon themselves as upon others. Their disbelief is of a hypocritical sort, because it is their existence that permits them to develop philosophies of non-existence. The nihilist is just a developing little tadpole-scientist, seeking powerful doses of sensation to prove (for the millionth time) something that it already knows--that it exists. So it builds up lifetimes of horrible emptiness, in order to obtain a death during which abject despair can be experienced. Experience points for the soul, if you will, so that they'll do better next time around.
More advanced people learn from nihilists, in turn. The selfish, jerky, irrational crap that nihilists do--including nihilists who aren't really "faithful" and who insult some kind of belief system by being an ass about it--provide exactly the kind of rent-seeking opportunities that more advanced people need in order to move from self-aware toward all-aware. The temptations of the devil (again, if you will) provide a spur to development, because your freedom to choose whether or not to poison the other princes in pursuit of the throne provides you ample opportunity to be consciously aware of (1) yourself, through desires, (2) the effort you'd like to put into yourself, and whether putting effort into one physical lifetime or one eternal self is more worthwhile, and (3) others, and the realization that they're just like you, and will always remember what you've done during any given lifetime.
You with me so far? Here's what we've got: High Arka is a batshit-crazy crazy who claims that electromagnetic structures are the immortal soul, which sequentially incarnates in more complex forms in order to more-progressively incarnate. That leaves us one of two places. Either we want some kind of proof, which she's never going to give because she doesn't have it and knows she's making it up for attention, or we'll at least hear how the story ends.
Let's first hear how the story goes on. Increasing concentrations of light produce increasing consciousness. Again, the human neurological reactor, e.g. brain, is vastly more powerful, per cubic displacement, than a stellar reactor, e.g. star. (Seriously, look it up, that's not just more of my bullshit.) Light's development of more complex forms within physical reality produces what we call consciousness, which is to say, more intense concentrations of light. You can dump a whole bunch of energy somewhere, or turn on a reactor, but light Itself is the only perpetual motion machine.
This one can tell you all sorts of things about later consciousness, but they'd only be stories. What would be better for you, at least once, is to do it yourself. You do this, as with everything else, by drawing upon experience. Light's establishment of the physical laws which provide a space in which it can manifest has resulted in the similarities binding all versal structures (everything within "creation"). This is fractals; this is all those cute pictures of the nervous system or cardiac blood vessels looking the same as the Amazon river delta or the Milky Way. That pattern continues.
As we move between stages of existence in the service of our relentless master light, we notice similarities at every stage. Each more complex lightform we channel brings a version of the same paradox by which darkness and light created each other and existence: more pleasure and more pain; more intelligence and more stupidity; more freedom and more responsibility.
You can do this yourself just thinking about life. Like, when you're a kid, it seems like a good idea to eat as much dessert as you want, and you couldn't care less, but you don't generally have the kind of access to dessert that you'd prefer to have at that time. Then when you're older, you might actually reach a point where you can eat as much dessert as you want (and you might appreciate more refined desserts better as your palate develops), but you also have to endure the crushing pain of getting fat and knowing that it was your own damn fault. And then the dessert doesn't ever taste quite the same again, does it? It's both better and worse; it's bittersweet, like falling in love and then watching love die, or living only to approach death yourself.
Or if you go to college or something, and you can finally choose your own classes instead of just taking a stock of simple things--and choose to skip or sleep through classes without being scolded by a live-in parent--but then you figure out that your choices in classes and/or effort might have a huge impact on your life later, and that it was pretty nice when/if your guardian(s) or parent(s) provided the necessities of life, and you could just focus on learning/playing.
Or getting old. No more expectations, you've proved what you were going to prove, the past belongs to you, and you finally understand Mozart the way you pretended to earlier, but it's also all going to be over, and you can't ever prove to your own non-nagging satisfaction that it isn't the end.
Everywhere. Fractally everywhere. You finally get to drive, but you have to pay registration and gas and insurance, and then you realize driving frickin' sucks and you'd rather be home playing Gran Turismo. And yet, at whatever the stage, there are positives to not going back. Without developing intelligence to a certain level, you can't appreciate light/love at that level. Music or swiving; looking at a picture, breathing some winter air, thinking about the right person; whatever. You can't do that while you're an ant, but along with being able to appreciate the symphony comes being able to understand what it is like when someone bombs Cambodia, or even worse, when they rationalize it with strong misgivings.
Why care? Because progression brings the ability to channel more light, which you want. You want it for the same reason you'd rather be you than be a styrofoam plate: because you can eat tasty food, while the plate can't. The pleasures attendant upon being here--the intensities of light that neural networks, contra flatware, are able to channel--produce pleasure, love, and other higher forms of consciousness. Going through all this is part of learning how to do that. This one could tell a hundred stories about super orgasms, the immense satisfaction of a well-scripted phantasil network, or the face of God, but it would just be speculative fiction. It's more helpful to others to overlay fractal formulae upon their own prior experiences, and draw therefrom the relevant conclusions about what their own future holds.
Another apt question is, why are Killary & Co. still assholes if it doesn't matter anyway, since everything will always eventually turn out all right? Because, subject to light's infinite expansion, the rate of expansion is one of the hobbyist's most important determining factors. The longer people clutter about in nihilistic disbelief in their own non-material existence, the longer it takes for them to get to better places. Damaged goods that so hate existence that they will themselves toward destruction get reformed, but then their part has to start the process over.
It's similar to disliking "wasting water." Water can't actually be "wasted," because dumping a million gallons into the desert might cost the city a lot of money, but the water just gets absorbed into the planet, recycled eventually as water, and is just as good as new. And polluting water might make that process take even longer--taking the example farther, a totally polluted planet might have to get blown up before its components can drift around space, get caught up in gravity, and form a clean, new planet. But it's never "wasted." What matters is the expansion rate. A polluted planet filled with nihilistic assholes can waste millions of years. So I don't like it when some idiot leaves the faucet on all night anymore than I like it when some idiot lives for a pragmatic today because he thinks that he doesn't really exist because he thinks the mind is an illusion generated by matter.
The damage caused by, say, modern ethnosupremacist Talmudists, when they claim that, "We are Jehovah, because Jehovah is our memories," is quite similar to that caused by Anton LaVey's nigh-identical version of immortality from his Randian Satanic Bible, when he promises immortal life via the form of "the muscles and sinews and memories" (paraphrase) of those whose respect you've earned. Both philosophies involve an antilogical belief in materialism--incorrect because, by the time you can think, cogito ergo sum, it's a fearful step backward to insist that you're the false impression of a clockmaker's dream. Regressive behavior of this sort is like bed-wetting at twelve. It may resolve, and everything may turn out all right, but why lie in your own filth when you should be old enough to know better? Sheets can be washed, but it wastes water--right?
Why is everyone so stupid and why does it take so long? Because there's a lot of stuff to learn, and learn the real way, by experience. At this level of consciousness, you have to learn the Law of Contrasts. You have to learn how to learn. You have to understand the difference between pain and pleasure, good and evil, and the process of seeking or avoiding those things, and the rationalizing thereof. You have to begin to see darkness and light, as expressed by the distinction between your self (which you have to come to believe in) and a reality that didn't include you (with which the pendency of mortality assists). Without developing that understanding, you can't appreciate what it is to design your own incentives and disincentives (which is something fun you do later).
The need for time spent figuring out contrasts (and nihilism) can look stupid when you've already learned it, but then, by suffering others' learning processes, you learn about your own learning process, and about the trouble you caused to others while you accomplished that same learning. It's worth it because it gets more refinedly better for everyone who wants it to get better, and it gets more refinedly worse for everyone who wants it to get worse.