There is something like a privilege and honor to be present in life at such a moment in time in human evolution’s calendar. A marker of some kind? I would say it is more about failure than it is success.
I don’t need to adhere to the kind of “nice” that frames a nourishment of hope and positivity of the emotional sanctuary. This is much more about the growth of capacity to embrace rational response, using it to guide the life and death challenges of survival in detail—in specifics in order to sustain our survival.
Given the reality of the forces and character that drive human behavior for the most part, idealism, belief, neural reaction and the focus on the self’s animal responses and appetites, the outlook is not positive nor hopeful in a relational measure. But, there exists a magic of mind that continues to reach and align itself with what life is demanding.
The difficulty being that it remains a minor voice when survival is needing the whole chorus of the human species acting together. But the whole of the community is not capable of tuning into this kind of coherent rational behavioral reality.
This being a genetic condition of the reality of the evolutionary stage of collective consciousness, there exists a race between rational awakening and the evolution of the neural matrix development of the collective consciousness of the species. This is possible in collective perception, but unlikely in behavioral response.
In other words we are not capable, as a collective whole, of keeping up with the changes we need in the foundations of our kind in order to survive. In essence there is no bridge to take the neurology of our species from its primal past to enable us to meet the organic survival demands of the present. Our fate is set in the organic principles of nature and the actuality of human failure and incapacity—i.e., Nihilism.
As for myself, I seek to penetrate into the core of my/our dysfunction. Seeking images and vision of alternatives regardless of their practicality. I am watching, witnessing, and engaging in the self destruction of humanity. This is a kind of desperation of choice as I focus on the certainty of its death and insight into the character of its nature. It is much like watching the actuality of a murder step-by-step, all the way from its origins to its end in hanging.
I don’t know how to keep air in the balloon of optimism.
To a large degree I feel that analyzing, diagnosing, and objectifying life-declining helps me from collapsing in my own existing. Though this too is an “edge” in visceral meaning and reason.
It may be a way to resign oneself to death before having to actually meet it—which we all do. Perhaps we always knew within that we were hiding from the posers of death to dissolve the embrace of life.
We invented belief to hide from the truth of knowing. Naked and afraid, Cosmic humility.