Medicated Meditations

Welcome to the first installment (and hopefully last) of:

The Medicated Meditations of an Insomniac

A contemplative essay by a man that had his TV watching couch hijacked - by sleeping children that complained that their upstairs room was too hot - and was consequently forced to play on his computer while high on medication (if it was medical marijuana, I could have gotten a snack and just went to bed).

And now, without further ado: A stroll through the mind of the obviously inept and apparently insane.

Every thing has a beginning, including time and therefore reality as well. In thinking about time as entity that was born of nothing, it becomes necessary to decipher the concept of nothing. But, attempting to objectify nothing results in nonsense because nothing is, by nature, a nonentity and therefore, cannot actually be conceptualized without running into a circular argument that utilizes only what is known and tangible in an attempt to prove the unknown and intangible. Nothing precedes time and therefore, time was born of nothing which never existed in the first place.

The circular arguments of time continually disprove any logical conclusions of reality, in that in order to grasp one, a solid comprehension of the other is absolutely necessary. Both time and reality, spiritual and temporal, seem to be just on the periphery of logic and reason and are therefore, both of them, unable to be considered directly, but float close enough to lure you into their contemplation. Metaphors and similes are used in excess to support our “whys” and “hows,” but only help to further the confusion by allowing the development of false blocks of logic, built from rational attempts at classification and meaning in an effort to support our systems of belief and purpose. Therefore, our attempts at rationalizing have led us down fictitious roads that feel validated only by comparing what we cannot completely form against our familiarity with the abstract and simplified norms that are ultimately just miniscule variables of the same complex unattainable issues that have been broken down to a scope and measure that is both more easily questionable and as a result, more easily answerable. But ultimately, it is always only a metaphor that attempts to analyze a single and artificial part, ceteris paribus, lacking the depth, relevance and direct relationship, correlation or link to the actual questions of time, reality, life and purpose to be of actual use. And is therefore, again, a circular argument that is as misleading, as it is inaccurate and artificial.

This all results in comforting analogies that allows existence to continue without creating, not only mental, but societal fractures of reasoning for the sole purpose of keeping sane amongst the chaos for decisive maneuvering through the unfathomable complexity of actuality. Board games, sports, rollercoasters, consequences and wars, are all amongst the available and massive grab bag of helpful, guiding and consoling clichés that are used as band-aids to bridge together the impossible logical gaps caused by the impassable scale and intricacy of a question too large and unstable for us to answer in a snap-shot, let alone in our perceived “real time.” Insofar as any direct attempt at analyzing the circular argument of time and reality ultimately leads to a narrowed focus, however brilliant, that will splinter, morph and eventually crumble when removed from the airtight vacuum seal model it has been created in and is forced to struggle in an attempt to hold form and relevance, while simultaneously stretching thinner as it is continually manipulated with incredible effort and imagination to fill in the impossible shapes and phenomenon of not only the natural world and its connective bridges over to the yet larger, and some how even more complex, world of the metaphysical realm that completely defies any human design and its capabilities, and lays out of reach of any known form of mathematical measurement available to be understood by mankind. And therefore, the sciences must be replaced with the arcane arts of philosophy and our faulty rationalizations.  

That’s it…that’s what I got.

We hope that you have enjoyed your time here at the magical and magnificent Stupidlandia™; where your dreams and coherent thoughts come to die while waiting for the children to wake up and give me my couch back…where I am sure I can fall asleep watching infomercials for P90x and finally restore balance to the world.