Science, Religion, Politics and in the pursuit of truth – HappyPsychotic

It had to be asked: What was it I was so attached to? Is it just something in the imagination? When you have done time in a mental hospital, that is never a trivial question. If he wasn’t just imaginary, then where did he go? Do real things just disappear like that? If they do, then the conservation laws of physics are in trouble. But if we stay with the laws of physics, then the Chris that disappeared was unreal. Round and round and round. He used to run off like that just to make me mad. Sooner or later he would always appear, but where would he appear now? After all, really, where did he go?

So we move down the empty road. I don’t want to own these prairies, or photograph them, or change them, or even stop or even keep going. We are just moving down the empty road.

I sometimes finding myself saying that the majority of the people in the world are “stupid”. I now realize that since “stupid” is a relative term, as in, one person is “stupider” than another and that there is no precise definition of “stupid”, then my statement doesn’t make sense.

Sometimes I get frustrated with people that don’t have the “big picture” intelligence like I do, but then sometimes I see that they are happier than I am, and I wonder if I would maybe like to give away my intelligence so I could be happier? (however disillusioned that happiness appears to be from here)

Taken in its widest sense, a spot of do-it-yourself can be a way out. But the fact is that nothing can halt the ever-increasing recurrence of those moments when your total isolation, the sensation of an all-consuming emptiness, the foreboding that your existence is nearing a painful and definitive end all combine to plunge you into a state of real suffering.