We should never have awoken
This realisation is not a recent one, but one that shocked me and horrified me to my very core. I don't believe we're without hope anymore, but I still find it interesting to reflect upon.
This realisation is not a recent one, but one that shocked me and horrified me to my very core. I don't believe we're without hope anymore, but I still find it interesting to reflect upon.
The conscious mind is an anomaly.
The most successful carnivores in history were typically not those with the biggest brains, but the fastest / most vicious predators. Intelligence was a reaction to these big, mean predators, such that the prey animal could see a step ahead of the predator and hide before being noticed (and other such survival behaviours).
Noting how our consciousness seems to emerge more and more as time goes by (think back to your own childhood, and tell me you don't feel more "awake" than you did then), it would seem that the added complexity in the neural network we each hold inside our heads created the conscious phenomenon. However, evolution being the undriven process it is, has led us into territory we were unprepared for.
Thus, we are left in a place where our body still has needs - menial, boring drudgery that we are held to ransom to achieve. This thing that we are, which was involuntarily created and enslaved in one swift move, has to serve something else. Doubly sinister as it might seem, for not only are we compelled to eat and drink and fuck by chemical manipulation (lest we face the torture of the subjective experience of being deprived of these things), we are rewarded for such things by a flood of addictive neurotransmitters. And if that weren't enough, once these needs are satisfied, we cannot find comfort even then; since without stimulation we get bored! We were unprepared for it; we were the first. We're in uncharted territory.
So we discovered entertainment. Whether in fiction or fact-finding, we kept ourselves busy. We told tall tales, and invented people like Othello and Captain Kirk and Spongebob. We discovered how to harness the elements; fire, electricity, nuclear fission. We found out how to talk to people who weren't in earshot. We built networks of machines to do this for us, which manage themselves and talk to each other using structured proto-languages.
And now we're so addicted to these things. Without our daily dose of entertainment, we instantly seek another source. If none is available nearby, we'll go out of our way to find something. We didn't know exactly what we were creating, it just felt good and seemed like a good idea at the time.
What hope remains? What hope did we ever have?
Woe. We should never have awoken.
The most successful carnivores in history were typically not those with the biggest brains, but the fastest / most vicious predators. Intelligence was a reaction to these big, mean predators, such that the prey animal could see a step ahead of the predator and hide before being noticed (and other such survival behaviours).
Noting how our consciousness seems to emerge more and more as time goes by (think back to your own childhood, and tell me you don't feel more "awake" than you did then), it would seem that the added complexity in the neural network we each hold inside our heads created the conscious phenomenon. However, evolution being the undriven process it is, has led us into territory we were unprepared for.
Thus, we are left in a place where our body still has needs - menial, boring drudgery that we are held to ransom to achieve. This thing that we are, which was involuntarily created and enslaved in one swift move, has to serve something else. Doubly sinister as it might seem, for not only are we compelled to eat and drink and fuck by chemical manipulation (lest we face the torture of the subjective experience of being deprived of these things), we are rewarded for such things by a flood of addictive neurotransmitters. And if that weren't enough, once these needs are satisfied, we cannot find comfort even then; since without stimulation we get bored! We were unprepared for it; we were the first. We're in uncharted territory.
So we discovered entertainment. Whether in fiction or fact-finding, we kept ourselves busy. We told tall tales, and invented people like Othello and Captain Kirk and Spongebob. We discovered how to harness the elements; fire, electricity, nuclear fission. We found out how to talk to people who weren't in earshot. We built networks of machines to do this for us, which manage themselves and talk to each other using structured proto-languages.
And now we're so addicted to these things. Without our daily dose of entertainment, we instantly seek another source. If none is available nearby, we'll go out of our way to find something. We didn't know exactly what we were creating, it just felt good and seemed like a good idea at the time.
What hope remains? What hope did we ever have?
Woe. We should never have awoken.