Boredom

Our 10-year-old grandson has been surrounded by every exotic age-appropriate toy from the cradle on. Today he largely disappears into cyberspace. Nevertheless, for a few years now, he will suddenly stop what he is doing and claim “I’m bored”.

Depression, ennui, boredom are all related. I assume they must have evolved for some reason. After all, other mental states like pain, hunger, sleepiness or even love have at least a purpose we can guess at. But what possible survival boost could being bored offer?

In fact, at first glance, boredom would seem to be an anti-survival skill. You’re sitting safe and comfortably when you are goaded to expose yourself to possible danger. Often it is better to do nothing.

And then there is the extremely strange resolution pattern. Many things can be tried with no result. Still bored. But a little later the same activity might seem very interesting. Weird.

I haven’t a clue. Like everyone else, I just throw ideas at depression, ennui, or boredom. I try various tasks with only partial and temporary success. Then – I get fully interested.

Until the next time.

Illusion

Our brain does an amazingly good job of organizing random photon bounces into a meaningful and useful construction of objects in our world. Sometimes, of course, it can be mistaken and create an illusion.

An illusion is anything that cannot be confirmed by other senses, logic, or outside observers. Upon examination, what we thought was a snake in the grass may turn out to be a vine (or vice versa!) Consistent verification by alternate means yields what we call a fact.

Agreeing with others’ opinions does not necessarily dispel illusions. Many of us may believe there is a snake when there is none. One viewpoint with one sense is not fully reliable, even for a group.

There has always been an equivalent problem with knowledge, writing, culture. How can we determine illusion? Does it matter anyway? If Alexander the Great is a myth, not real in a factual sense, does it affect me? Who cares? A lot of facts are (in fact) pretty irrelevant.

Today we are fed illusions by the bushel. The internet is filled with influencer sorcerers weaving visions. For most of them we have no way to test validity except with the opinions of others. Is anything we think we know a “fact” or an “illusion”.

Yet, we act on illusions all the time. I may run away from our imaginary snake. A whole mob may run away from an imaginary dangerous illusion. We vote based on compelling illusionary advertising.

Perhaps that’s no more dangerous than it ever was. Most cultured belief has always been of that nature. There is comfort in believing that an untested cohesive illusion is fact. At some point, we may be shocked to encounter factual reality

Sometimes

We are blessed with a mercurial mind. Sometimes, for example, we feel a mastery of our particular universe. Other times we feel helpless. Sometimes we drift entirely out of this time and space, vividly imagining things that never were nor will be.

It’s a gift of our strange over-developed consciousness. Perhaps even an evolutionary trick to comfort us through pain and hard times, when pure logic would surrender and die. A reminder that no matter how sophisticated we may consider ourselves, we truly exist in not one, but infinite (and infinitely varied) dream times.

Ask me what I know of the future and I would honestly answer “nothing”. But that does not prevent me from sometimes imagining possibilities or what is likely to happen. These visions may inspire or terrify, make me wish I could stick around to find out, or be grateful I will never endure. As I said, mercurial.

Sometimes I do in fact believe I have lived in the best of all possible worlds. An easily disproved conceit. I worry about how things have changed: climate, AI, society. And yet, when I try, I remember so many things I once worried about that never came to pass. Sometimes even the nostalgic past can be a mirage.

While life continues, sometimes also, in its astounding variety and kaleidoscopic fractals.

Work is Meaning

There have been many answers to the ancient question “what is the meaning and purpose of life”. I am sure, unless you are a dedicated fanatic, that you can come up with many. Possibly the silliest – currently ruling American society – is that the answer is “work”. 

Supposedly that can be traced to the country’s “Protestant ethic” heritage, but as a modest student of history I know that for masses of people – and the common attitude – this was rarely so. There was religion, morality, social progress, and a lot of other noble stuff, as well as less articulated hedonism, happiness, and just getting by. 

But today the Orwellian elites have not only seized control of the means of production, but also dictate mythology. Now “work” as they define it is the only virtue. Lack of such work is evil and should be wiped out. Even mindless sanctified work is SO much better than meditation or playing a flute in a tree (unless of course you don’t much want to meditate or toot that flute –  work is defined as “forced to do something you don’t want to do”.) 

So, madly, we are driven to consider exercise, happiness, consumption, existence itself as meaningless useless wastes of time unless they involve “work”. “Work”, anyway as defined by the myth makers, which somehow always involves coercion and money to yield a spiritual result. 

I suspect in the long run alternative answers might be better. 

Bible Study

Joan has a cousin who attends “Bible study” each week. It helps her feel better. Many of us have such literary touchstones. I reread a bit of Terry Pratchett before bed. For others it has been Shakespeare, or Austin, or even trashy novels.

I’ve been aware since young adulthood of the various odd forms of unlocking intuitions and centering the self. I’ve watched tarot cards perform magic. I’m sure the same was true in ancient times when divining meaning from flights of birds or sacrificial entrails. Intuitive truth is rarely found with logical analysis. 

The only issue I have with “Bible study” has nothing to do with whether it is valid for those who do it. I’m sure, like other intuitive focus activities, it works well. And the Bible certainly has enough contradictions, comments, admonitions, fables, and ideas to satisfy any need. Plus a large dollop of historic belief, which brightens its aura. 

All that bothers me is a tendency of Bible users to try to rule me with their divinations. No tarot reader ever tried to do so, nor any reader of entrails. I respect the methodology of the users, but only for the users. 

Somehow, any holy writ study often leads to a literal “holier than thou” aggression. It is not enough to merely center an individual _ such folks often preach. I reject that. 

In the right circumstances, for the right user, any mantra or meditation will work well. That doesn’t mean it should be adapted by everyone nor forced on society. 

Mortification 2

A recent reference to the religious meaning of “mortification” – giving up physical delights which are seen as sinful – tickled my fancy. I wonder if society today does not do a lot of the same things in relation to “scientific” fads and rumors. Mortification is basically an extreme extension of common sense rejection of total hedonism. 

We all realize that if we go too crazy indulging every momentary desire, we will regret it. Some cults and individuals have extended that to believe ALL momentary delight will only lead to bad outcomes – rejection by a god, loss of eternal life, karmic judgment, whatever. So monks sat on pillars in a desert, or purposely inflicted pain on themselves to become more holy.

I have friends and read stories which indicate the same thinking is beginning to permeate the culture. Folks are avoiding ultra processed food, sugar, sun exposure, any given thing at any given day depending on the latest Internet “revelation”. All to feel better in the long run, sort out current problems, live longer and healthier. 

Moderating hedonism is, of course, always a good thing. Being aware of lifestyle and its consequences is useful. But rejecting pleasure simply because it is pleasure – and therefore “evil” – is pretty stupid. 

If we don’t enjoy our lives – a lot! – we are missing the whole point. That monk in the desert will refuse clothing. Some of my friends will refuse ice cream. I tend to laugh at each of them and think we will all end up in similar condition in another hundred years. 

And I’ve also lived long enough to understand fads and that what is “good” for us today may be really “bad”. And vice versa.