So, I was thinking. Battering my walking pole down on the ground, time after time. The ground is hard. It provides a shield, the appearance of a solid mass. From what I know, the earth´s core is molten, liquid; so it is in fact a shield to what is beneath. It is only a barrier, I reasoned, to the extent that we are unable to permeate it. If my aim is to perfect the tools that allow me to shatter the layer beneath my feet, then perhaps I will be successful. We have always been gouging at the ground, ploughing, more recently mining.
But what it amounts to I reflected, is really the distance between things. The space between gas molecules in the air is such that I can progress through without the appearance of any resistance whatsoever. So if this were applied to solids, and we could find a way of seperating out the particles. This would be the solution to movement…I suppose heat is the way this is done most elementally.
Perhaps, in complete space, we could move freely at speeds approaching the magical, unobtainable speed of light.
Anyway, it all seems to be about how far apart things are. In terms of energy. Perhaps we are working, using energy to draw things together or to move them apart. This is the great part of our work on the planet,
When people look to their surroundings and they are objectively bad or sub standard, most assume that this is actually the norm. It is up to the minority to insist on objective beauty and high standards in all walks of life in order to prevent things from moving towards what is regarded as the norm, then accepted, then ignored.
When I get on the train, and assuming I have eaten and slept well and I am not suffering from any malady such as a sore head or upset stomach, I board the train and quite naturally start thinking about my destination. Most often, I imagine it in glowing terms with the prospect of exciting outcomes, new vistas and vital conversations with friendly strangers who lead me to interesting discoveries! – special for me, on that day. In fact, I am deluded.
Speaking factually, it cannot be the case that every destination holds this special potential and I can only conclude that I am projecting an image or form of an idea I have of my destination for the best possible outcome. This means I am deceived by my senses to the extent that I center my feelings of optimism and positivity in the direction of my self, where I am going that day will be the special place, the place of intrigue, truth and endeavour. Looked at from another perspective, it is ‘just another day’ for the vast majority of the inhabitants.
I would conclude in short terms that our morality must be based on the self or projected from the self.
So, it often occurs to me that I have a sense of wellbeing and happiness. Not so much now, as I have various defined medical conditions, described by learned medical men; but not to dwell on that. When I see neatly parked cars in a sunny street sitting quietly and attentively in a suburban street, I am given to tranquil reassuring thoughts. I would suggest here that my senses, that I rely on for the closest thing to certainty in this life are deceiving me. This is completely rational and goeas as follows. If I observe lots of old parked cars, sitting quietly on a suburban street, I would insitnctively conclude that road accidents, where cars (and people) are damaged and misshapen do not happen, or if I reject this as logically impossible, then unlikely to happen.
If, however, I look down a busy city road in central Athens, with dented vehicles and swerving, weaving traffic, I am more than likely to conclude that accidents are an ordinary part of everyday driving experience.
In one scenario, I am left with a feeling of calm and wellbeing, where I would rationally undertake to drive as a result as a conclusion and the other where, if I were to consider learning to drive, I would have to go against my better instinct and judgement.