Thursday, September 24, 2015

Your Goal

How you behave is dependent upon your goal.

And your goal may very well justify your means, at least in your mind.

But before you begin your argument supporting your means, I want you to justify your goal.

If your goal is to create wealth it doesn’t matter what path you take.  Your choices will be determined by that goal, not the path.

If your goal is to deliver a product of determined quality then your path is determined by the product and its quality as is your goal.

So what is your goal?

I need to know so I can assess your path.  So I can decide if I want to be on the path with you.

And if I choose to be on your path, how do I wish to act.

We Can

If, in the production of all things,

we are satisfied with a goal of usefulness rather than perfection,

we can do all things.

Me

I am an improbable mote of dust    

that is not noticed

and leaves no trace.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Life is death's Conceit.

It is impossible for life not to exist, 
because it does. 

The universe exists and with it infinite possibilities.

Act as if you will get what you want.

Suicide is a quest for power, 
an attempt to gain control.

I fear those who put ideals before the lives of others.

Life is death's Conceit.  
As light is to dark, 
And hot is to cold, 
Order is temporary.  
I accept disorder and value light.  
In dying I succeed.

You do not need to be more than you are.

A story where everyone who reads every word of a very long book attains an insight that can only be expressed by them to someone else who has read the book.  They can’t tell anyone what they know and they can’t compel anyone to read the book.  So the story is about the coming together of those that have read the book and their relationship at the exclusion of everyone else.

You will make fewer mistakes if you think about what you are doing, 
not about what you are going to do next or what you have done.

We must learn from the past.  
We must plan for the future.  
We must act in the present.  

If you are depressed, 
stop thinking about the past and concentrate on what needs to be done in the present. 
If you are feeling anxious, 
stop considering what you are going to do in the future and do what needs to be done now.

If I spend 100 hours making a ‘things-it’ which no one wants then my labor is of no value.  If I spend 100 hours making a work of art that someone may want then my labor is worth whatever the buyer is willing to pay.  
If I spend 100 hours making a rope belt that most anyone can make then my labor may or may or have value depending upon how lazy and rich and gullible a suitable buyer is.  
If I spend 100 hours working for someone my labor is worth whatever we agreed I will be paid.

In all other animals strength/size determines possession.  
The largest bear gets the best cave.  
Humans have devised a way to invest objects with value so they can be traded.  
The richest human has the best house.
To what extent can we live off materials spontaneously produced by nature?

in itself (An-sich)
out of itself (Anderssein)
in and for itself (An-und-für-sich).

Perfection is the cosmos in a single point that does not change, 
a single point that cannot be divided 
and the empty void.

It makes no sense to think that an alien species 
(sentient individuals from beyond our solar system) 
would use their resources to come here and kill all humans. 
If all the want are raw materials 
and they have the ability to get to what we call Earth, 
they can also get to an uninhabited planet 
that has the same or more appropriate resources than can be found on Earth.  
And they can get those resources without opposition.
If they want to trade with us they are not going to wipe us out.
And if they want us as slaves they will make sure we survive.

Because my life could be worse 
I have hope 
and when all that is left is misery and death 
and all hope is gone 
I have life.

When I am confronted with a goal too large for me to comprehend, 
I do what I feel needs to be done, 
and I do not question the steps.


I am an improbable mote of dust that is not noticed and leaves no trace.

You Are Welcome.