Life as we know it
It is our body that is responsible for what we are. Mortality, hunger and pleasure derive from the physical form.
Ritualized and strictly monitored as sports are, they are the true form of social equity. On its platform you will only ever be judged based on your success, and everyone plays the same game. Strategy, precision, athletics and grace form the bases of a social event that unites all aspects of life as we know it.
“Use your body; you will never have a more powerful tool at your disposal.”
The tricks it is capable of are enough to keep you learning till you have no more time to learn.
Play and enjoy music, as it in itself is wonder how rhythm and melody produces pleasure. It seems controversial that it is impossible to program a machine that writes music, as it basically is just a row of numbers and notes. It however has been the overwhelming experience. And why on earth does a specific melody give rise to a very specific feeling, unifying in such a way all humans?
Trough rigorous training and dedication gymnasts will show you the boundaries of our society’s learning curve perhaps, but do not think for a minute that all possibilities have been discovered.
Above it all sits the main computer, the brain, more powerful than anything humans will ever create. There is actually a rather long thesis about the concept that higher intelligence cannot be created described in the book GEB (Gödel Escher Bach). It proposes the idea that any artificial intelligence is ultimately caped by the intelligence of its creator, but even that is highly unlikely to be reachable in practical terms.
The sensors that provide feedback from your surroundings and your own body can be the source of joy with some experience. (And as a social creature you can even benefit from the experience of others. Countless professions like chefs and masseurs are the proof.)
It has been said that everything in life that is beautiful is free. Only the boring logistics cost money an recourses.
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My love for the wonder of life has been my first conscious decision about anything important…the second being the determination to do anything to improve or at least to preserve the quality of it.
Of course I am greatly unsatisfied by the events taking place in the world today, and the total lack of improvement in pollution control. It is one thing that natural selection and thus evolution has been in most aspects disabled, but it is a totally different problem that we harm our own bodies to an extant where it cannot function properly anymore, by consuming impossible amounts of different poisons in small but ever increasing portions.
At least I thought, every new generation has the benefit of the almost perfect genetic code, and they can hope to live in a better world that may slowly be cleaned up by its inhabitants.
However I have been shocked to learn, that this in fact is not the case. Actually the long term damage of hazardous material has been proven to carry on and have a negative effect even on your offspring. A negative effect currently only viewed as a danger to your health, but surely it may also affect your brain.
I foresee a bleak future where the human race is preoccupied with its petty economical brawls while it slowly sinks in its own filth. Everyone gets affected by the quality of air, and the pureness of water, so as they degrade all human beings become more and more unhealthy. And unnoticed, unmonitored even the greatest among us will become ever so slightly… less great.
The beauty of brain damage is that by the time you notice it, it’s always too late, so if there ever was a global cause of it, we will all become stupid before we could even start doing something against it.
Now how much does a possible future of humanity disturb you, where we manage to undo the process that has not been possible anywhere else in the known universe, and has took millions of years here, in the time span of mere centuries. (Starting from the industrial revolution.)
I mean of course, it’s quite an impressive feat, but I would rather be proud of something else…
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