Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Philosophy
This was on AllPoetry with a dear friend of mine. It's not all of the discussion, but it's the important part. I start the convo, and my friend is second. Big line breaks to make this easy.


(random) I think I believe in fate. The following question stems from this. Why am I gay? What is the cosmic scheme behind that?


What is the cosmic scheme behind my being born Iranian? No one knows why we are what we are... every single thing is put exactly where it's supposed to be, according to fate. Everything that happens is supposed to, even if someone goes back and changes it, that's meant to happen.


I hate the thought that I am typing the words I am now because I am meant to. That really does push me closer to suicide than any depression.


Well, you'd be meant to kill yourself... but really, fate is nothing but choice. I see it as a passive force; God, for example, created the universe, but has no hand in any "sins" we may commit. That's up to karma. Fate is just a manifestation, you know?


I don't believe in sin. We do nothing wrong that we do not believe to be wrong.


Exactly, seme... nothing is a sin unless it clashes with your morals.


Maybe that is irresponsibility? Ahh, no, that's called taking account for your actions...as resposible as humans can be, I suppose.


I guess I just see the universe as a passive force; what God, all powerful, would care so much about this tiny planet and its tinier inhabitants that it would condemn us?


Does that statement imply that the universe is just a big festering mass of stagnant matter?


Oh, no! The universe is dynamic. It's moving toward a goal, a goal of equalization.


And, even though we are moving at a nice Few-Million KMPH, we're not getting there. Bloody brilliant.


Not like that, seme... like a goal of time.
This universe... who knows what it's doing? But it's doing something, and we're part of it.



The scale at which such things work...
Motion of Universe: Untellable speed
Motion of Human Walking: 5mph.
It is a rather significant difference. If you look at all that together, you kinda see something...we don't matter.


We do, seme. To ourselves and each other.
In a universal sense, we don't matter, but we do to each other, and that means something. no matter how small.
You know? what do we have to sustain our fragile lives except appreciation of ourselves?
Loop this back to the beginning, I guess. We have, apparently, sex.


There's more than that. We are in these bodies. We have to live. Or kill ourselves. It doesn't matter globally, but... how would my death affect you?








((At this point, I had to leave because my parents kicked me off the computer))


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