Rationality is a metaphysical belief system. Here is what a rational person thinks If something is probable or exceedingly likely, we have a responsibility to behave as if its true. Its nothing more than that. People who hold rationality as the purpose of their life are really holding probability as the highest form of truth. They are watching the dice and playing by the rules. And when the metaphoric day of judgement comes they will always lose.
But whats the alternative? Making up ones mind based on a preponderonce of intuitions? Thats great, but its dangerous. Throw in a tiny bit of ego or some paranoia and youre fucked. So do you choose some of both, a smidgeon of rationality, a dollop of intuition, or are there six billion other solutions, one for each and every person. And what is this day of judgement shit. I dont think that everyone has a metaphoric day of judgement coming. Some, yes, I guess. The type that write about such things, definitely, they want it badly, they have it coming, or had it coming, or are having it, or are fantasizing about wanting to know what it means. I feel like Im possessed. Is it possible to be possessed by another persons attitude. Im on a tight rope laughing at myself and everything I appear to believe. Its weird how things balance themselves out so terribly ironically. The people in my life that used to think I was sort of great, now are mad at me. And the people that used to be sort of difficult to trust, now think Im fantastic. What the fuck. Its time for some serious armeggedon. Some flames all on me. Some anguish. Some serious rageful meditation. My egos out in space someplace. So, um, yes, I have a certain lack of perspective when this happens. But its familiar territory. I understand it basically. Part of it has to do with the fact that although I like Black Butte Porter, Im slightly allergic to it. Part of it has to do with the fact that when I have a million things to do, and theres people hinting that it would be wise to do everything at once, the walls start to crumble all around. Need to laugh and relax and do simple cleaning tasks. Need to realize that all the problems I got are in the grand scheme utterly stupid cause Im not important. If Im not important, than how can my problems be eh. Answer: they are not. If I fail miserably in every possible way, the world will still be fine. And so theres some horrible perspective there that I kind of like, what is rationality, what is probabiliy. Is quantum physics real. Or is it just a map. And the universe is not the map. And the experience of the universe is not the universe itself. Though it is fully interesting. Answer: Ultimately I dont know. This has been a test of the brainstorm about junk that doesnt matter system. It has been ugly, and it has been stupid.
Somebody responds obliquely: When people say gayass things, it pisses me off, and I suddenly realize how right I am. Blah blah blah Yeah, youre so great, and right with god, and all of that. Lets play asshole. Lets do it. Lets pretend were interested in each other and then rip each others hearts out. Itll be awesome. When people say cruel things, it makes me realize that everyone should be nice Lets just fucking do this shit. O nevermind. I forgot. Youre better than that. Fucker. Oh well, I guess youre right. Im not a good person, but you are. I am ready for the slaughter, I will be the cannon fodder. This will be the worst day of my life, and I will welcome it like a cock into my mouth. If I say one thing, you should say the opposite. It will be like a conversation. No, it will have the accoutrements of a conversation (the garments of a conversation) though it will actually be a vent. It will not involve the the linaments of gratified desire. I have to say, after not much consideration, that probability has to be respected, but respected like a foe, like a slave-owner, like something that cares nothing for us, and probably wishes we were dead. Entropy, being what it is. Probability is important, its right to learn stuff, and to remember. Rationality is good. Its great. Meanwhile, I suck. The end. Vent vent. Good lord. None of this is any good, whatever shall I do. She said, you will know my pain, and I didnt believe it. I guess I still dont, but I do believe in entropy and I do believe in anger. Hot. With rage. And angry at myself for many reasons, reasons all too obvious to mention. Vent. Huh. Breath. Huh. Type. Imagine that the act of living is self-validating. The fact that people live means they have a right to. Youre angry, it makes me sad and interested in changing you like a barbie doll. Um, yeah. Im sure it does.
But whats the alternative? Making up ones mind based on a preponderonce of intuitions? Thats great, but its dangerous. Throw in a tiny bit of ego or some paranoia and youre fucked. So do you choose some of both, a smidgeon of rationality, a dollop of intuition, or are there six billion other solutions, one for each and every person. And what is this day of judgement shit. I dont think that everyone has a metaphoric day of judgement coming. Some, yes, I guess. The type that write about such things, definitely, they want it badly, they have it coming, or had it coming, or are having it, or are fantasizing about wanting to know what it means. I feel like Im possessed. Is it possible to be possessed by another persons attitude. Im on a tight rope laughing at myself and everything I appear to believe. Its weird how things balance themselves out so terribly ironically. The people in my life that used to think I was sort of great, now are mad at me. And the people that used to be sort of difficult to trust, now think Im fantastic. What the fuck. Its time for some serious armeggedon. Some flames all on me. Some anguish. Some serious rageful meditation. My egos out in space someplace. So, um, yes, I have a certain lack of perspective when this happens. But its familiar territory. I understand it basically. Part of it has to do with the fact that although I like Black Butte Porter, Im slightly allergic to it. Part of it has to do with the fact that when I have a million things to do, and theres people hinting that it would be wise to do everything at once, the walls start to crumble all around. Need to laugh and relax and do simple cleaning tasks. Need to realize that all the problems I got are in the grand scheme utterly stupid cause Im not important. If Im not important, than how can my problems be eh. Answer: they are not. If I fail miserably in every possible way, the world will still be fine. And so theres some horrible perspective there that I kind of like, what is rationality, what is probabiliy. Is quantum physics real. Or is it just a map. And the universe is not the map. And the experience of the universe is not the universe itself. Though it is fully interesting. Answer: Ultimately I dont know. This has been a test of the brainstorm about junk that doesnt matter system. It has been ugly, and it has been stupid.
Somebody responds obliquely: When people say gayass things, it pisses me off, and I suddenly realize how right I am. Blah blah blah Yeah, youre so great, and right with god, and all of that. Lets play asshole. Lets do it. Lets pretend were interested in each other and then rip each others hearts out. Itll be awesome. When people say cruel things, it makes me realize that everyone should be nice Lets just fucking do this shit. O nevermind. I forgot. Youre better than that. Fucker. Oh well, I guess youre right. Im not a good person, but you are. I am ready for the slaughter, I will be the cannon fodder. This will be the worst day of my life, and I will welcome it like a cock into my mouth. If I say one thing, you should say the opposite. It will be like a conversation. No, it will have the accoutrements of a conversation (the garments of a conversation) though it will actually be a vent. It will not involve the the linaments of gratified desire. I have to say, after not much consideration, that probability has to be respected, but respected like a foe, like a slave-owner, like something that cares nothing for us, and probably wishes we were dead. Entropy, being what it is. Probability is important, its right to learn stuff, and to remember. Rationality is good. Its great. Meanwhile, I suck. The end. Vent vent. Good lord. None of this is any good, whatever shall I do. She said, you will know my pain, and I didnt believe it. I guess I still dont, but I do believe in entropy and I do believe in anger. Hot. With rage. And angry at myself for many reasons, reasons all too obvious to mention. Vent. Huh. Breath. Huh. Type. Imagine that the act of living is self-validating. The fact that people live means they have a right to. Youre angry, it makes me sad and interested in changing you like a barbie doll. Um, yeah. Im sure it does.