Sunday, October 29, 2017

On The Hobgoblin


I can’t believe I feel required to type much of this. Yet I know I must. The internet has become the place where reactionary farts reign supreme and, despite being the greatest informational tool the world has ever seen, where thought goes to die.

I was recently pondering “consistency” with friends and we discussed the unshackling benefits of throwing old ideas and beliefs out the window in favor of nurturing your own growth. As Emerson put it in Self-Reliance:

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. — 'Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.' — Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.” 

Amen. But here's something else I can't believe I need to point out but know I do. This was written in 1841. It had nothing to do with spraying every spontaneous piece of intellectual flatulence into Twitter.

If you've been around awhile, you’ll likely remember my famous (unsolicited) harangues against religion. No. I haven been saved. I’m still not convinced that the Zombie Messiah is coming to save us. Nor do I believe Sky Daddy peeps over your shoulder while you feast on porn. But, I’ve come to see religion as necessary. And, if taken in context, useful as a parable-based repository for collected human experience and wisdom; mythology written so that bald apes will have bedtime stories they can comprehend and, maybe most importantly, use as an imaginary Get Out of Death Free card so they can, you know, live life free from our universal and primal sense of mortality anxiety. If it brings people comfort and helps them cope? As long as they’re not forcing out on me, who the fuck am I to judge, let alone criticize it? And, as long as they're not waving the Holy Ghost's ghoulish penis in anyone's face (key!), who the fuck are you to preemptively shit on it?

**IMPORTANT**--That compromise is a nice example of what was once part our implicitly accepted social contract. “Believe what you want. Don’t force it on me and, as ridiculous as I may think it is, I’ll leave it alone. We have bigger concerns, anyhow.” Put that in your back pocket. Not too deeply. This is only the initial shot over unsolicited opinions' bow. 

In launching many of my social media cluster bombs I was wrong. That's plain and simple. I admit and regret it. However, beyond that do you expect me to “square” this with some comments I made back in 2012? Fuck you. You aren’t paying me to “educate” you therefore are due neither a refund, exchange, or even an polite explanation. I’ll change my mind on whatever topic I see fit. And I’ll do it on the timescale to which I, personally, evolve, grow, and learn. Not yours. Furthermore, your consultation and endorsement isn't required and I’ll joyfully reject and dismiss any and all cognitively cemented criticism directed even in that general direction.

In 2017, a changed mind is found about half as often as a snipe. That’s because it’s also a symptom of cognition; something nearly mutually exclusive to the vulture-picking confirmation bias and parroting recitation that, today, is mistaken for "thought" and “wisdom”.

The North American Nasrloro

Striving for consistency by clinging to an outgrown belief or outdated theory or hypothesis is something akin to Jefferson's coat. If it no longer fits throw it out. Admit it, then don't give it a second thought nor let anyone throw it in your face; throw those idiots overboard instead. The world desperately needs more neural plasticity and if people were preoccupied with getting things right, instead of defending entrenched flawed positions in order to “appear” right, the planet would be a much better place. The internet? Certainly.

Beyond that, in what world would anyone ever think someone calling themselves “Toddzilla” was the source The Holy Codex of Infallible and Monolithic Law? And in what world would someone seek that online? If that’s what you’re after, you’ve lost the scent. Especially if you were looking for it on Facebook.

Follow me! Follow me to freedom! Free your mind, fuckos.

Not that easy, huh? Believe me, I know...