1.23.2007

Prisons of the Mind Redux

Well, my miracle cure(see previous ramble) backfired. I got a post out of it, but no essay. Which is why I flipped back a bit and hit on Prisons of the Mind. I redid it a little, and handed it in. Yeah, I know I'm lazy. Which is why I just reposted it here.

I got this interesting article in my rss feeds, check it out if/when you get the time.


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Consciences are prisons of the mind. People without consciences are free.

There. I said it. But before you decide to lynch me, let me explain how I arrived at this somewhat unusual statement.

Our conscience dictates the way we view everything. When I say conscience, I mean our sense of what’s right and what’s wrong. Our morality, so to speak. Of course, morality is merely a part of our conscience. A huge part, to be sure, but only a part, nonetheless. So when we view certain things, say polygamy for instance, as “right” or “wrong”, it’s our consciences telling us that it is so.

The same applies to all our opinions. Our conscience dictates our points of view, which dictate our opinions. This can, and almost inevitably will, lead to certain paradigms which would be nigh unshakeable. Which is why it would be difficult for a person who’s grown up thinking that polygamy is wrong all his life to put himself in the shoes of a person who thinks it is right, and vice versa; his conscience tells him it is so, and therefore he is unable to believe anything else. Most of us think we’re immune to it or more enlightened than that, but we often fail to understand the depth to which the effects of deeply entrenched beliefs go. We’re not immune, and we’re not more enlightened; it’s just that our firmly-held “morals” require that we must believe that we are.

That a conscience prevents us from doing certain things, I don’t think anyone will dispute. That it often bars us from doing the needful, well, I imagine a great many would dispute that point. Often, this firm belief in what is “right” and “wrong” prevents us from taking the most pragmatic path available. We may decide to go against our conscience, but the guilt or shame that comes after would seriously mess with our minds, and could drive some over the edge in certain extreme cases.

A conscience does all that. It is what makes you feel bad after you get low grades, it is what makes you feel guilty when you lie to get an extension you need, it is what prevents you from telling an obnoxious/unwanted guest to get the hell out of your house. It does all this, and then some. Also, as mentioned above, a conscience often prevents you from gaining proper understanding of a situation by preventing you from being able to put yourself in the shoes of another, which, if nothing else, could lead one to making uneconomical choices, or inflicting suffering on a person for simply doing what he had to or what his conscience told him to.

Our consciences aren’t even something that we install ourselves, really; the base work is laid by the society we grow up in, and though we may later modify it, it’s a rare person who changes it against the dictates of her society, or really changes the foundations of her conscience. Such people are usually called “deviant”, or are said to have “gone crazy”.

So essentially, we punish others for adhering to moral standards – possessing consciences – which go against ours. In a way, it’s what’s happening to Saddam; he’s stuck to his standards, whatever they may be, and because they go against what we think is right and proper, we’re trying to have him punished. Yes, I know he’s killed a lot of people, and I’m neither condoning nor condemning his actions, but he listened to his conscience, whatever it may have said, and because what his said goes against what ours say, we had him executed. In my opinion, he should've been forced to eat rotten tapioca and listen to Kenny G 24/7. But then, that’s just me.

We say that people without consciences are monsters, but do they think so? Does a so-called “monster” care about his “misdeeds”? Not at all; he’d be perfectly happy so long as he gets what he/she wants. So in a way, a person without a conscience would be happier than a person with a conscience. He can do whatever is necessary to get what he wants, and would feel no regrets later; no pangs of guilt or shame to keep him/her awake at night, no moral dilemmas to brood over, nothing of the sort. Simply satisfaction at having gotten what he wanted. The only circumstance in which I can imagine that this wouldn’t be true is if our “monster” is simply incapable of getting what he wants. But then, that upsets everyone, conscience or no.

While it seems evident that if everyone had no (or really flexible) consciences, society would break down into chaos and anarchy, that isn’t necessarily true. Contrary to what most moralists and religious fanatics would have you believe, a lack of rigid morals doesn’t necessarily imply a state of lawlessness or that one is a wanton murderer or any of a thousand other such adjectives; all it means is that one refuses to do what the mob wants him to do when it isn’t in his best interest. Shooting that annoying motorcyclist who drives by my house with his silencer pulled out in the morning may be a very attractive idea, but I’d just as soon not go to jail over it.

Leaving morality to an individual instead of legislating it needn’t put an end to all laws; for while I’ll be the first to agree that all laws are connected to morality in some way or another, extremes are generally not a good idea. I’m not advocating that we abandon laws altogether, but neither can I extend my support to a system where we apply one set of rigid rules to every situation that crops up, regardless of the fact that the line between “right” and “wrong” is different every time. Sometimes it’s just a minor adjustment, sometimes it’s a major paradigm shift, but we cannot continue to call ourselves the purveyors of justice while we continue to treat the world as a monochromatic playground of the vocal majority.

While Anarchy seems like the ideal solution, it is beyond the scope of this inane rant and tired ranter to get into its details. Let’s just say it’s the ideal solution, and return to the topic in the hand of that fellow over there in the corner.

I’ve heard plenty of arguments against flexible personal morality, and most of them rely on the premise of ensuing lawlessness, and most who make these arguments seem to confuse immorality with amorality; they’re two very different things. As such, it still seems to me that a conscience is nothing but a prison for our head of society’s making, yet another way to make us fit in with the crowd. And this is why I still believe that only the amoral are really and truly free.


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Break out the confetti - 200th hit sometime yesterday...after a few months...most of which were long and barren...better yet, put it all away, and just give me that paper bag to put over my head...

1.21.2007

Curse of the Cure

*I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I willed my eyes to close, but like so much else these days, they wouldn't listen. Popped right back open they did. With a sigh, I relented to the buzzing in my head, got up, walked over to my desktop, and switched it on...*

As it so happens, I have an English assignment due "shortly". How "shortly" is not the point. The point is that I require inspiration (from the infamous River I) to get started. Getting this inspiration isn't a problem; the River I and myself are great buddies, we hang out all the time. No, my problem is, quite simply, the time at which my dear friend decides to come calling. This is usually around 1 in the morning, when I'm about to sleep. Not that I always sleep at 1(usually around 0300 these days), but whenever I do, inspiration decides to strike me. Often have I wondered why he (sometimes a she, it varies) chooses to strike me at this oddest of odd hours, and so far I have had no luck.

Until today, that is.

There I was, getting ready to go to bed, when it hit me - every time I and his (or her) suffix (nspiration, that rat) come calling, it's because I'm thinking. And not only am I thinking, I'm thinking the restless thoughts of one who is unable to sleep as early as 1. Small wonder, then, that a hyperactive and restless mind doing nothing should summon inspiration - there's nothing else to do. All I have to do from there is quickly note my ideas down in some form or the other, and pick up on them later. Analyzing what I've done so far, my work would appear to fit this pattern - most of my work has been churned out of my mind while I'm restless and lying awake, staring at the ceiling. This is annoying, and I've come to call it the Curse of the River I - as much as I love creativity and good ideas, I'd like to be able to get to sleep early sometimes. Writing - or typing - down my ideas wakes me up even further, and tends to keep me up even longer.

Yet as fascinating (and annoying) as this is, it's the curative aspect of this practice that interests me - could this be the cure for the dread disease Riterblokitis? If it can be used to treat Riterblokitis, how far can it go? Would it work on the most extreme variant, Riterblokitis [X]? In short, could this be the cursed cure for the scourge of modern Autherians and writers worldwide?

I'm not going so far as to call this a total cure for the bloated and malignant cancer that is Riterblokitis, nor is it a complete substitute to Objectixygen-purified needles of Kritticisium applied to the Ego; nothing ever can be quite as effective as that. But perhaps it can be used to ameliorate this plague, at the very least?

I have yet to complete a comprehensive field study on the effects of the Curse of the River I (CotRI for short) on Riterblokitis in any form, although I have experimented on it to some extent, using myself as a test subject. As mentioned above, there is some degree of empirical evidence to support the efficacy of CotRI as a viable suppressant for Riterblokitis. This post, for example, is a side effect of a dose of CotRI, the progress made on my (overdue, I think - not too sure) English assignment having been the main effect. But like all forms of medicine, CotRI is not without its side effects and pitfalls.

Overdosing on it has been known to initiate a short cycle of sleeplessness-ia, followed by bouts of sleepyness-in-class-itis. While many of us (including myself) already suffer from the latter, OD'ing on CotRI seems to exacerbate the effects to an almost unbearable degree. While some may argue that it's already unbearable enough, there's no sense in asking for more, is there? Or...*cue sotto voce* is there?

And so, ladies, gentlemen, and other genetic aberration, there it is: a way to alleviate your Riterblokitis. Simply go to sleep early and stew, and sooner or later, something's bound to come up. But is it really worth the price? In my opinion...hell yes! After all, who stays awake in class anyway?

1.07.2007

No wanking in the office? Wtf?!



Now THAT is funny. And sad. An office where you can't wank? What's this world coming to?!

Just finished watching Exiled - it's a Hong Kong movie in Cantonese. Yes, I had subtitles, it wasn't dubbed. Have to say, even though i didn't get the precise dialogue, it's one of the best movies I've seen in a while. Not too much talking, but great acting and even better music and gunplay.

I'm starting off on Maple Story. Hopefully, it'll be worth the download time...

1.03.2007

Sweat Control

*As I stood in front of the goal, the sun beating mercilessly down upon me, I contemplated ancient mysteries such as homework. Sweat dripped down my face. I used my now-soaking sleeve to try to wipe it away, but it was of no use. Sighing, I turned my attention back to the game, my clothes sticking to my body as if they were painted on, trying to ignore the sweat dripping into my eyes.*

I (used to) play a lot of soccer, and I'm (was, really) usually the goalie. But that's not the point. Of this rant, that is.

The main issue I have with going outside and playing sports is the sun. As the passage above illustrates, I sweat a lot while playing soccer. Well, everyone sweats a lot when we play soccer, seeing as it's pretty hot over here around noon(when we usually get to play), and there isn't too much shade near the soccer field. But it really sucks. Mostly because of the whole clothes-sticking-to-you thing, but also because it makes it tough(er than usual) to sit in class afterwards, what with all the sweatyness and hotness and general stinkiness in the class. So I've decided on what I want for my next birthday: a way to control the sun's intensity. More like general cloudyness and rainyness control, really.

Maybe a knob, although I'd prefer a large meter for better control, y'know? Like, near-total darkness at the bottom, and near-total brightness at the top. Not only could I make it gray and rainy-ish all the time (which is generally how I like it), but I could also extort the governments of the world for a LOT of money.

Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure there's a movie like that. The Avengers, if I'm not mistaken. I could be like Sean Connery; it wouldn't be too much of a stretch (no, I'm not old and bald. Ladies, you know what I mean *cheeky wink*).


Another thing I'll do once I get that weather control device: order the governments of the world to abolish mondays. We can have a new day of the week instead, to prevent massive chaos. It'll be called Shinyday. So the new week'll go something like Sunday-Shinyday-Tuesday. And then the rest of the week. Of course, Shinyday'll be an international holiday. A good idea, don't you think? Don't you?
*pulls out large shiny knife*

- Topic Change -

I realized that I really need a life, because when the majority of your interaction with people takes place through the internet, you either need a life, or you REALLY need a life. Me, I'm pretty sure that I fall in the latter category. So I've decided to cut down on my computer usage, start studying, and get out more.


Yeah...right! *bursts into laughter*

Random non-sequitur: 2,500 lefties die each year using products designed for righties.

1.01.2007

Indian Politics

Found this video on a friend's blog. Sadly enough, it's entirely true. And funny.




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Happy Effing New Year

Happy new year to all my readers. Assuming you exist.

Normally, I'd bitch and moan about how bad the previous year had been (standard operating procedure), but this last year broke the trend. Not only did I get out of my crappy old school and into a new and improved one, I also did pretty decently on my board exams, got some new games and hardware, and finished up some personal business that'd been pending for a while. No, I won't tell you what it was, you nosy bastard.

That's not to say this year didn't have its share of pits, and pretty rough ones at that. Buuuuuut I'm deliberately boring you with all this, so I'll stop. Anyway, happy new year, dear readers, and spread the joy around like stolen mayo.

(No, I didn't party. I don't party very well.)

 
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