Friday February 1st 2013
A good day to work on a theoretical framework of
purpose. And here I'll begin with an idea that will confine the
universal condition of pointlessness to within the word "Shallow."
Pointlessness can be considered an ennui, a frailty of character, a
chemical imbalance, and ordinarily can be resolved with the words 'pull
yourself together' or something equally catty that can make a mind feel
suddenly foolish, or uncomfortably self righteous, unless it's minus
twelve centigrade outside and you're out of cigarettes and yearn
for a Pork Sausage. "Shallowness" on the other hand is
almost an insult. It suggests an early phase in the path toward
complete idiot. "I am a shallow being" not because I am "a
pointless being," rather because my idea of purpose is "shallow"
and consequently any contribution it might make to purpose is so
unsubstantial it verges on the "pointless."
The argument then, is what to do about "shallowness of
purpose" if by chance "shallowness of purpose" becomes
unbearable and angst ridden, and you're seriously considering going to town.
One option is to search out a "good." Which of course has first
to be perceived as a "good." And generally the nature of a "good" is
gleaned by contrasting it with a "bad." Otherwise everything is
"good/bad" or acceptance. And here of course begins the miasma
of human endeavor, as we desperately seek to understand ourselves as beings
driven toward an end. "Shallowness" becomes "I will not surrender."
It becomes the chest thumping dialectic with heroes and villains. So
you put on your wooly hat, your fifteen tee shirts and you hunt around for
sundries like one last cup of coffee and something with which to defrost the
door of the vehicle and you wonder when you last urinated. Which all sounds
well enough, until you listen to a senate confirmation hearing on C-span
where a mind might avoid physics altogether as it contemplates the futility
of hair styles.