I was thinking about reality recently based on another scribble I made in the little black book which is: 'reality is experience spontaneously reconstructed' - which I based on something RAW once said. Now I dont think this particularly profound - or perhaps it is the most profound thought about existence I am likely to ever have - anyway for me it just explains how a version of reality might work. I decided not to put it in insights from the book as it isnt really an insight (or is it?) - you tell me.
Anyway, having worked that out a while back I was thinking how most personal blogs are a series of narratives -stories we are telling each other about ourselves to be shared - not personal diaries in that intensely personal way at all. Even to the extent that we invent interesting things about ourselves that frankly aren't interesting at all - or we modify our behaviour to be more 'interesting' - not actually based on the reality of our lives. They are - well - fictions.
This is fine of course as most communities are about sharing little moments of 'stuff' - but actually I am not sure this is how this is working at all.
Hereis an example - its rather good and it made me think about the loss of spontaneity: (forgive the long winded nature of it - stay with it - I cut and pasted the commentary):
I am visiting my family in Florida for the holidays. I was chillin at my sister's house when we looked out back and noticed a swarm of honeybees congregating on their swingset. There are a lot of kids around, including my sister's 3 kids. They were inside at the time, fortunately.
Fuckin Bees!
A few minutes later they had calmed down. We were guessing they were disturbed from their hive and decided to come here, or something.
This is where the bees were coming from. A hole in the house behind my sister's place. We told the landlady about it and she didn't seem to care or want to be bothered that she was renting a house to people that had fucking BEEES living inside it.
The neighbor called a bee removal company and they said they wouldn't come out unless we paid a hefty fee, but he did recommend waiting until dark and go buy some stuff from Home Depot and squirt them with it and that should kill them off.
Well that plan was OK except for 2 things. 1 was that my sister's husband is crazy. The 2nd thing is we didn't want to wait that long nor spend any money.
So we did the next best thing. Started fucking with the bees.
My bro in law chucks a tennis ball at the clump of bees, that was the size of a basketball. He knocked off a fist sized clump of bees, which eventually just flew back up into the main clump.
That was pretty boring, so we decide to try something a little bigger....
Yeah, a 40lb trailer hitch for a Dodge Caravan.
INCOMING!
CLANG! We have bees in freefall! Did I mention he is severely allergic to bees?
RUN FORREST
The bees dust themselves off, and resume taking over the swingset. Every single one pretty much flew back up into a ball of bee death.
At this point it was clear these little assholes weren't getting the message. Their arrival in my sister's property was an act of agression, and we weren't going to stand for it. So it was time for some redneck engineering:
Bee incinerator contraption:
- 30 feet of rope
- 1 large fire pit
- 1 science project board
- miscellaneous rags and a bedsheet
- gas
Fill 'er up! Slide the incinerator under the bees and....
IGNITION!
The next ingredient is 1.5 quarts of PAINT THINNER
OH YES!!!!
Amazingly some bees still survived the first wave. What should we do next?
THERE WERE STILL MORE BEES ON THE SWINGSET. CALL IN REINFORCEMENTS. 2 QUARTS OF 87 OCTANE GASOLINE REPORTING FOR DUTY SIR!
OH DEAR LORD ITS SO BEAUTIFUL. I AM SO PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN RIGHT NOW.
Tonight we are having Roast Bee
The Aftermath.
Number of allied casualties (er, stings): 0
Number of bees killed: est. 10,000
Number of bee survivors: about 25 or so
FOR GREAT JUSTICE!
Sorry I know that was far too long but - the point is that we are creating 'artificial life' not reality in so many ways - it is all feeling a tad contrived - not spontaneously reconstructed at all. It reminded me of those videos sent in to those dodgy 'what happened next ?' type programmes hosted by B listers showing people falling over at weddings and dogs dancing and saying sausages and the like.
It is encouraging narcissism to the nth degree isn't it? We are gazing into our own eyes (and lives) - clones of ourselves - authors of our own selves - we are now everything we want to be - masters of our own worlds - except - its not real.
One final thought - what happens if there are powercuts in future to save resources - who will the real you be then? This is twisting nature in some way I am convinced and the fallout could be as extreme as turtles without their shells.