Everyday normal guy. I believe I’m doing well in life. Managed to not kill anyone, managed to not get killed. I’m on track with the main plan, don’t kill yourself, grow old. Can’t really figure it out where this begun or what started it, what changed our attitude towards reality from it being a mystery to be enjoyed to one of a means to an end. What happened to exploring for the mere joy of it? I do not know. And we stumbled upon many philosophical questions. But what I believe to be the main thing we need to focus our attention on is this duality. Is it good to have bad? Is it enough to have only good? How can we make the right choice all the time, and is that possible at all, considering, you know, our ignorance. My head hurts just trying to wrap it around questions like that. What happens time and time again is this. We explore, discover, invent, use it for bad, use it for good, repeat. So is there really something wrong about the world that needs righting? And is it really of any use to suppose there is something wrong, considering no one man can even grasp the whole world? Doesn’t it come down to the small choices of every individual? Do good deeds sum up to good outcomes? How much are we slaves to context? Are we? And if so what does it mean? Are we just characters in a massive theatre in which energies like power, love, good, bad, put on a show? Do we really want a show called Utopia? I think I do, but do I? Who’s to say we aren’t in it just dreaming? Wheather we construct or deconstruct noospheres, the pattern of the hero’s journey is projected or observed. Every movie, thought, song, the structure of a day, of a year, falling in love, going to work, taking a shit, it’s all a hero’s journey my friends. Are you? My friends… My enemies? My reward? My community? Are you me entertaining myself? The great Conundrum I guess. See? If I were to subscribe to my philosophical ideas, which I don’t, I would say, people of Earth, before we do anything else we should all stop and figure this out, decide to do only good, word of honor. Or not, you know? We can decide we all do what we feel, but if you kill me I promise not to hate you. Except, the truth is, I don’t know if that’s the way to go. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with the world and sure as hell can’t do anything about it. But I’m doing well in life. I enjoy the internet. Technology most probably won’t turn against us. It will always be connected to us, like extensions to our bodies, so that doesn’t scare me. If technology is the human mind turned inside out, what is the human heart turned inside out? What scares me is the power these machines are capable of and our inability to make the good choice from the start. I’m afraid of an overdose effect. We’re so addicted to creating technology to the point where our tolerance or resistance to its evergrowing dose is lower than its power and might eventually destroy us, but it would be us destroying ourselves. And if so, what’s so tragic about it? Aren’t we the universe manifesting scenarios for the mere joy of it. Maybe to experience what would be like if I (the universe) were obsessed with exploring myself with means to an end and invisible beginnings. I wonder how long till I find myself if I hide from myself. I wonder how it would feel like if I didn’t know I’m free and infinite. That would really freak me out, I bet. Hi hi. I would have to really believe I’ve got stuff to lose, I can already see myself having a sort of head or something to hurt struggling to make a decision or other, as if it weren’t all one and the same. I gotta do something, man, this utopia doesn’t do it for me anymore. I gotta lose it, forget it, come up with it and find it again.