Musings on the state of things

This probably doesn't make any sense.

Just take it for what it is.

If I'm pretentious, then you probably should've figured that out by now.

There's nothing particularly traumatic going on right now to distract me.

There's so much misery in the world... so much senseless violence, so much death... so much joy, so much love, so much hate... so many lives...

It's tempting to say this (war, hatred) is wrong, and that is right... That the world just needs more love, or that we need to kill everyone who is wrong, or whichever. I think, though, that it's really all how it's supposed to be. There is nothing that happens that cannot be learned from. There's nothing that could happen. What is life but learning?

It's tempting, then, to chalk it up to fate. To sit by and let things move how they will. And that would be totally within the rules and bounds of the universe. No-one is screwing it all up by leaving it to fate. But change happens. People make change. If people all left it to fate, there would be no change. There is nothing, though, to prove that the faithless are outside fate. The world needs observers, and the world needs those who act. This isn't an abstract moralization. It is true, because it is what is, and who are we to say that we are above fate, that we are the ones to screw it up? Our differences and disagreements are because they are meant to be. Such is the world.

The universe, whatever your politics, works. The Earth has survived, animals, plants, fungus, and humanity has survived for eons, and if they don't work, they don't survive. If we sow our own destruction, we will be destroyed, and it will be right. If we live in "harmony" (?) with nature, we will not... theoretically. And this will be right. Whatever happens, whatever thoughts surface, whatever pain there is in this world, was meant to happen. Changes of life paths, too, are meant to happen. Rot of the personality too. And death. And miracles. There is so much in the world, and it's all meant to be.

It is meant to be. And we are also meant to fight against what we were meant to term injustice. And those who oppose progress are meant to do so, and those who change their minds are as well.

Fate cannot be understood.

Fate encompasses all. Any understanding of fate that you think you have, that's also fated. No matter how deep you look, no matter how hard you try to find the meaning of it all, you won't actually ever make it to the bottom of the well. The nature of fate always pulls back another level, just as science or religion have in the past and present (No matter how many levels of "the basest material" man has discovered, this basest material has been made up of other, baser, parts). People live and die, and it's meant to be, and people introspect, and people discover, and people try to discern the meaning of life, and whether they succeed or not, it is meant to be, and it is within the rules and bounds of the universe, and that's okay. The asymptote of human knowledge is infinity. We get closer and closer and closer to the truth, but there is always another halfway point, and we never get to the bottom of the well. If knowledge reached the "x = 0" point, the asymptote, knowledge would cease to exist, and it would be infinite. There can be no complete and total knowledge of the universe, and such knowledge would destroy itself, for as much is as meant to be, that conclusion is meant to be as well. Life is a game of wits. Try to see how many iterations of everything you can get through before you lose your footing. If you get through enough you get to be a scientist, or a theologian.

The human existence is based on limits, on stops and starts, on tangible endpoints. We're born, we're die. We argue about the start of life (abortion) and the end of life (vegetables) and exactly what counts as life in the first place. There is no "what is, is" in human existence. We always are trying to impose a limit on that which has none. Fate is unlimited. Thus humans will never understand it. We operate on a plane of limits. True knowledge of fate is the one (?) thing that we will never attain, and it is the one thing that could change us or destroy us in the most extreme way imaginable, plus.

All this is useless. You can't apply "everything is life is is is right" to live a long, healthy, prosperous life. And whether you believe it or not, that is the goals we have established for ourselves, and as there can be no universally satisfying goal, one may well be as good as another. It's all a hand in the game of life, and it's an experiment, just to see what it's like, to see how far you're willing to go down the rabbit hole. The game never ends, though. You can't lose, and you can't win. You can stop playing, but someone forgot to define forfeits in the rulebook, your gamepiece just sits there, waiting to be defined, waiting to be validated.

There is no comfort in infinity. The "God is watching over you" of religion is such a shallow level of the well. In the infinity of the universe, a bubble of God has been established around the Earth. God is infinite, but so much is left to God.

I don't think there is a God, really.

The context of God is real. God is established, I believe, to calm the turbulence of infinity. To give people a real endpoint, to say "God is all" and leave it at that. But I don't see an ever-expanding fractal of existence ending in one omnipotent point. I see it expanding ever outward, forever.

All is life. Life is. Is is right.

There's so much misery in the world... so much senseless violence, so much death... so much joy, so much love, so much hate... so many lives...

All is.

It's terrifying, and calming.
It's senseless, but completely reasonable.
It's ugly.
Its beauty is boundless, beyond anything we could create out of our world of limits.