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  1. Diary: Medical School Journal. Chapter: Life in Experiential Recursion (chapter entries seem like a smart idea). Date: November 22nd entry. Type: Consciousness stream. Part/s: 1 of 2. Ran out of time. Entry number: #3. 0----------0----------0----------0 Title: Sleeping attractions to Awakened Catharsis. Recursion. Continuous learning. Replaying the moment. The ability to replay a feeling and experience it, hides the architecture of my control over every other consciousness state. When I am able to replay the moment, not as some perfect digital object but for all its natural contours, the present moment experiences juxtaposition. As I look around myself, it is obvious that most people experience their consciousness in exhalation. Mediation with awareness from A to B does not characterise the spectrum, it is the meta-awareness and its scalability of experience, or rather, its individual experiences, which opens the doors from inhalation to digestion to memory, to exhalation that has truly tasted something we may sublimate as "the fruit of life". Understanding this as a temporal span that biases the energy of my own experience forces the question in me, am I paying enough attention and what are the anchors that create the gestalt we refer to as our embodied whole for me to properly understand how I should be governing my attention? Most experiences I have are as good as gone in the next moment rendering my recollection of them in the next, beautifully granulised, an impossible task. Analogous to AI's attempts at recreating one's visions through shallow linguistic prompts, selections are made in the same way selections are made among the minds interpretations of the past, followed by a pairing phase between memory relived and the respective identity whether it’s ourselves or the narrative, artwork or larger project we’re working on. The described juxtaposition in my consciousness I notice happens in a number of ways. I may be attracted by a woman, wonder why she's still on my mind an hour later, only to have the memory of attraction refreshed to noise by another woman in the next moment as she steals my gaze with a stare that forces an imbalanced circulation of hormones. This gives rise to thinking about state through a kind of hyper-lens, something I may call the hyper-state-temporal, which is a different infatuation than with purely the construct of time itself. That is, instead of becoming preoccupied with any one state-experience external pairing, its utility in understanding the internal mechanisms that self-govern the "governance and release" valve. Helping me differentiate where my power lays versus the power of a woman and where the absence in analogous awareness is a description of not only my own powerlessness, but that of the general population concerning nearly any pull from consciousness they have especially to those wills externalised, potentially corrupted by them too. Outside of course, consideration of those pulls to make love with another, pulls that are inept when it comes to differentiating the purity of intent versus its obscuring. The myopia of choice by attraction sharing the same chasm as the modus operandi of all billion-dollar capitalistic investment scandals of course. It's interesting, the regeneration of time following the movement of one attraction to the next I see, greatly impacts the temporal context viewed and how people are revealed. The instancy of beauty noticed hides the beauty of another that takes longer to realise, returning my gaze out towards the world into something that mirrors infancy more than the maturity they may superimpose on any words relayed towards an attraction. There were after all, several other women within one reach that instead of being noticed, felt like props on a stage in which my consciousness attempts to deny its own selfhood by revealing itself through the vines of attraction wrapping around any meaningful tie to reason my subjective reality has over understanding itself through its self-generated smoke, vines it instead anthropomorphises as its chance for unity through 'biological interfacing' of spirit. It’s the amplification of otherwise neutral stimuli by dual biological intersection between gender and sexual orientation meeting future dissolution after reading Ayn Rand. More meaningfully though, for any distortions that occur the two-and-throw between hyper-temporalization of states of consciousness and the hyper-indexing that follows from granulized self-insight on their existence, opens the gates to a funnel that filters for preferential sanity amidst otherwise a hopeless decay of foresight that sees its own self-denial from the future looking back, a future self warning me of the costs of divorce court and an unplanned pregnancy? Impregnating for depth, I know I need to reach for maturity in understanding my own consciousness reactions beneath the hood. Hyper-indexing simply means the insight thats forged between one or more hyper-temporalised experiential spaces, say in relation to the temporal contrast forged by comparing one attraction to another and how by one (or the memory of one) silencing for little reason outside of the beauty of another they both cancel one another out The lesson in realising one's own self-deceit and the folly of self-persuasion of potential future fatherhood based on choiceless reactions depending on fleeting attractions, apparently ultimately fails the Turing test for genuine consciousness. A self-insight to personal growth which changes the homologous category of ‘attraction to potential ineffable posturing' after reason of course eventually fails after the intellectual transformation and nature, or just present evolution, takes its rightful place, evolving my consciousness through the dual program of insight and hormonal rebellion, and therefore chaos to unexpected ordered synthesized memory. This leaves me to wonder, has this shifting between attraction - temporal indexing - insight revealed the very mechanism that complete impeturbability is achieved, or is impeturbability merely an unmistably illusory resolve as a psychoanalyst may say? The imperturbability is only an outcome of dual cognitive shadowing though where processing balances any conclusion towards stress by managing expectations, beliefs and desires, along with locus of control, or just its absence often felt as loss. If I have only realised this now, why only now? I suppose the only conclusion was that the underlying mechanisms were saturated by not only the experiences themselves but the philosophies curated around them. I was not questioning experience enough, I was free-styling with the skateboard I was given rather than inventing the ski's. Producing an unawavering blindness proportional to the lack of genuine insight regarding. I can add more to this nomenclature of blind-freddy. But gosh when am I going to fully recover from the effects of these seizures. I feel like I'm consistently choosing the shortest straw of the variations of myself with nothing else to reach for, with a future self reaching into the mud in which I dwell to pull me out with straw to become stick. That said, let me get back to the drawing board. Reward based consciousness is a paradoxical virtue, I know I've gotta have it at the seams of consciousness independence, the heel of the boot of agency. For what other power is there to yield that is not free from the over-consumption of power other than the awareness agency subsubes? This independence creates the arch by which the rest of the world enters, that creates chemical dissolution of the effects of the worlds stagnancies. A place of coming and going of the world's effects that mirrors what are some archtypes of the described imperturbability, at least in some of their appearances. Agency is the only real definition of both reward, power and independence; not to mention consciousness that has any business at all with the ups and downs of doing's and "Something or other's". This is admirable reward seeking behaviour that I have been seeking in the past, however without the sophistication on how to upgrade the vehicle of self with some extra subwoofers and spoilers that gave the appearance of agency. A stronger voice, bicep (s) and the raging hormones. A partial product of injected partial views from "how to be a man" by something or other author, argumentation no longer or intricate other than "You here my voice don't you? That's a man. I am man. We are man. Done". It breaks ice without knowing how to carve it, and that's the reason I am looking for in the intricacy of discovering my own manly consciousness. As it should be and as a man should be doing, curating his own design of himself and much more as to me, and perhaps I will end the claim further by the end of this entry, it is man's agency, his choice, his self, his will, that by design he is meant to wield this power into designing the architecture of his being, and that is his sole differentiation and his soul yearning. The very definition of a beta-male versus an alpha-male is not that its too simplistic of a dichotomy and we should throw it out, it is to the degree that he wields his own choice as his own choice. Maturity of that choice is an overlapping voice, however a man must start with choice discernment to graduate that maturity and he will not truly start that developmental phase until he has started to truly wield those powers on his own behalf. This becomes the reward of being a man, and this is precisely how a man chases the reward of being himself and the degree to which he becomes embroiled in the illusions of the rewards externalised to his senses tricking him into the belief they're instead an internal resolve, is by that degree precisely that energy will be taken away from his purpose here. A man is an architect, and so when he falls into the reward architectures of the world, his will becomes programmable and his soul always feels like something is missing. Creating a loop between the programmed belief that relieving this yearning is found in the external apparitions of reward, chasing, perhaps momentary satiation, finalised by a continued unmet yearning that lay deeper beneath the architecture of his will that upon reaching the end of his tongue, becomes the figurative voice that architects the world. Men build to create structures from the physical to the meta-physical, a place in which people can safely dwell within those confines. Those structures can be outgrown and those structures can be reached as the next step. By men, I can say "masculine principle" if that moves better however the point is still the same, the persons trying to be a man so let them be as there are plenty of men that have forgotten their path, and that is the definition of a beta male. The beta male is not less in design, however the truth that he has forgotten makes him less in the meaning of who he is meant to be underneath. Moreover this truth does not weaken even when we consider people that are merely struggling to function at these limits, in fact to me, that is taking away their dignity of at the very least what they were destined to become and so they shouldn't be lessened by any weaker categories or just anything that follows with definitions that presuppose they were meant for anything less other than to wield the power of their god given sentience, something that is undoubtedly mirrored by over-capability, with our stretching towards extending these powers and something that as we know is pioneered by those that have embraced this masculine. This over-reaching, is calculated immaturity, and the weight of maturiy its possessed by, take the interests of Neuralink as just one simple but meaningful example, are only relative to the protection and genuine growth it affords the rest of the tribe, which in this case is not only yet to be determined and hardly to the level of the companies ambition, which includes close to the whole of humanity. Moreover, man's (principle of the masculine - why not use them analogously now) imperturbability as I contemplated, is the calm in the storm that's achieved once he wields this from narrative to bearing the fruits of the practical causes that follow. There is no secret recipe as some have assumed, and as I initially pondered, "Have the thing of nature do the thing it is meant to do and you will see it splended". Anxiety, neurosis and these things in men, are when he is afflicted with the demons of paralysis, an affliction that we should not wish upon even our worst enemies or evil men if we have a choice between this and instead steering the masculine's role to its soverign respect for the natural world from which it spawned. To myself and something that is undoubtedly symptomatic to this greater cause when culturally applied, the first realisation is in realising your existence is not only taking part in a social contract, it is a social contract, and power differentials are the sole medium and balance by which all social contracts are formed. The masculine must understand that its first social contract is between itself and its respective society, if not its tribe and or family which bares the same characteristics so for now I will not elaborate more than the category of society as an informal practical use, even though in some arguably many instances depending on the demographic, the family can be denoted as its own social contract separate to the respective larger society simply because of the larger influence of family than society. The masculines second social contract is between itself and its conscience, the latter which has great influence from the first contract and is the first symbiotic contract, at least the one that is most felt. The third social contract is between itself and all of creation (i.e. analogous to God, mother nature or however one wishes to denote), and this is where now two symbiotic contracts are now built with the fourth social contract, beween its identity and its essence. Each contract is interesting in its own right, with the first contract descriptive of so much that the individual compares themselves to and it is by this comparison that they're easily unknowingly used to their disrepair relative to the lack of health of a given society, of which ours if we parse it as 'the western world' is at its all-time worst stage. Most minds do not eagerly divide themselves to the extent of transforming this noise of the pairing between societal comparison and identity formation to quicken the pathway towards personal individuation, and in todays times this is more than ever a threat to the masculine principles development, directly harming the sovereignty of choice that leads to healthy governance. A bubble that becomes even larger and closets the self even further when their social influences are equally non-divisional therefore living an equivalent unconscious state of comparison. Becoming the source of non-individuating competition among friends and uniquely, stretching to romantic relationships when its states are determined by comparison over joint social division towards an individuated harmony curated in a romantic relationship that mutually determines growth parameters. In fact arguably, one could say every non-equal dimension between two otherwise compatible partners is by equal measure descriptive of the depth and breadth of unhealthy comparison emergent from the first social contract that now the symbiosis defines over two individuated partners. Todays lack of depth in our society is mirrored in the relationhsips of most demographics, revealing the widespread issue of individual selves and the self they're meant to uniquely find jointly through relationships unethered through the constraints of being defined by unhealthy comparison, with the shallowness of societies architectures unsurprisingly correlated with the short-term nature of relationships, monkey branching from one to the next with shallowly defined ease as illusory 'empowered choice', never realising that this 'choice' is being extrinsically defined right beneath the noise that cloacks it. We require the mirror of our given society to provide the individual who's healthy response to their society is that yes, they're just a "cog in the wheel" as its misguidedly usually stated in the negative, but the reason for this negative is that its derivative of the given society demanding conformity while forgetting that it is merely "the sum of its parts". To the extent that a given society is healthy, it does not demand anything of the individual but instead demands itself to require the mirror of the individual towards growth, built upon a healthy foundation leading to a healthy feedback loop of individuation no different to any other relationship. The reason why this demand works of course is that it contains the hidden premise that any given society is made in the individuals own image, by comparisons within the tribe that are together meant to forge 'collective reason' which is meant to be emblematic of a given society, defining itself through this collective synthesis which leads to genuine reinvention also reflected in the individual on their natural path of metamorphosis, not just the compression of noise which perpetuates maladaptive stagnation and resulting decay. The second mechanism at play here in the deterioration of the masculine principle through this first social contract is where shallowness is made in great supply through the efficiency of production creating boundless choice among equally bad options. Shallowness however that is marketed through techniques designed to leverage the knowledge of our biologies evolutionary engineered reward-systems. This information is used against the individual and a society that is defined more by its commerce than by its art is inevariably going to turn 'individual' into sellable ether and 'home-grown business' into a machine that sells the ether as efficiently as possible as the solution to the loss of the individual via comparative driven purchases from equally shallow sources that become weaker in supply at each iterative cycle towards cultural degeneracy. However what's important to note is that once the individual salvages the return of their soul an interesting transformation emerges. Once the first contract between self and society which previously threatened the individuals existential growth via boundary obstruction is discovered as the contract violation that it is, threat transforms back into self-knowledge. Self-knowledge of what one is still yet to become no longer through unhealthy comparison but revelation from what their respective society still lacks in its prevailing collective-knowledge and therefore societal image. As the self moves further back into its status as a genuine individual and stronger along its path towards individuation, one that contradicts all mirrors including demographic ties which is a choice by necessity rather than idealism, increased insight on the contract violation combined with sustained maturity leads individual to often redefine its role as someone that helps restore the health of the contract itself. Aka, restoration of the masculine principle back into the individual to carry out its rightful purpose in aiding the design and passage of their respective tribe and or society. Masculine anxiety, gone. Masculine neurosis, gone. Masculine perturbability, gone. Masculine calm, returned. Masculine purpose, returned. Masculine solidarity, returned. And ready to be put back into realities legal clause governing the reasonability of the masculines continued existence following this restoration of its sovereign identity. A sovereign identity which is symbiotic to its relationship with reality, as will be further defined in the third social contract. As shallow comparison meets the obstruction of meaningful choice and therefore the decay of sovereign will, so too then the obvious path between self and society, and with that, a conscience that often leads to neurosis as expressed in todays modern mental health epidemic. All things being equal, a healthy conscience is the bedrock of a healthy functioning masculine principle as it provides the fuel to the fire of an already aligned and engaged purpose driven existence in as much as the individual is already aligned with its path of individuation. Obstruct the conscience through shallow societal reason and 'the self' will equally misweigh the balance between its wants and needs with the needs of a given societ. Continually informing the self's essence that not only what it wants as programmed by society is out of alignment with its needs but that what society says its needs are totally out of alignment with the intrinsic desires of what the self wants to truly give. The mirror image of socities wants in the western world is that of more commerce, less nature, more problems in relationships as that leads to more isolation which equals more digitized selves and therefore more likes and subscriptions which it also wants, more trauma as that leads to more diagnoses which is also good as that leads to more medications that can be sold, more people on welfare because that leads to more mindlessness which also leads to more internet use and further deterioration of relationships and all for one thing. The accumulation of immature power born out of the mismatch between the conscience of self and the conscience of society. Society has done great damage to its conscience through the recursive lost of individual conscience, and together, they have eroded one another towards the world we are all a collective part of today. The person now born out of the image of society rather than its symbiotic relationship in the growth of its individuality, with little conscience happily erodes another as its societally reinforced via the dichotomy between the objectification of the individual which the persons conscience mirrors combined with the corruption vs the dual objectification of any meaningful security governance within a given society like that of the police force, CIA and FBI. Their erosion, erodes not just the society, but the erosion of the individual that gets injured by the person that's been programmed by the death and decay of their moral structures. Further too then, when the persons programming is influenced by demographics that denounce morality due to the weaknesses in its reason rather than seeing morality that follows a path of evolution equal to the evolution path followed by maturity as opposed to a failure of reasoning itself as many social media influences misguidedly believe and in return, spread in their social following. Thereby making it an even stronger virus that infects the sustenance that protects any mature resolve towards the sanctity of life beyond merely being a philosophical bumper sticker that gets repackaged and re-sold as cheap as culturally possible. Perpetuating the **game theoretic mismatch** between the individuals knowledge of the societal contract and society itself through pedastallised ignorance masquerading as leadership. Game theory being a very important lens by which many conflict vs cooperative situations between society and the individual can be defined, encompassing too the outgrowth of respective demographics taking a non-reducible part in a game-theoretic feedback loop of systems level growth vs degeneration in that contract en masse. Because demographics create a very interesting juxtaposition between the first contract between self and society, self and conscience. Given how in one instance where there is the decay of a given societies conscience and as examined the conscience of the individual, the negative impacts of this which can often lead to neurosis followed by mental disorder, as made very visible in some cases demographics can often, if not contributive, be a salvation point for the individual where that contract between self and society is at risk to the individuals development. Personal growth groups unsaturated by meaninglessness often occupied by economically biased self-help is an example of this. That said however, just having the space whereby an individual can express themselves as themselves like in therapy groups similar to variations of "12 steps (i.e. alcoholic recovery groups)" can be its own form of healing as the individual begins to mirror itself through smaller tribes rather than a failed societal self-image it weakly compares itself to. Something that is crucial in a given society in as much as there has been an indirectly favoured breakdown and fracturing of the family unit such as in our own, that otherwise, the individual previously relied upon as the strength and backbone of its self-differentiation over the society in which it dwelled in preparation for taking part in the building of societies image rather than being controlled by it. As families have however become increasingly more traumatised by the economic mismatch between tradition and family rituals as simple as turninng Christmas into an economic opportunity, the trauma has followed on the individual as families increasingly fail to learn the tools that govern healthy development of their offspring, furthering the fracturing that not only can lead to relying on demographics that are positive outgrowths but falling into the hands of negative demographics that led to the inherent need for those positive demographics to begin the individual on the path towards the return to him or herself. When the conscience within a society, its prevailing demographics and therefore the majority of individuals is degraded enough, "All is fair in naievty and power" becomes an incredibly haunting game-theoretic differential between those with the knowledge of power and those without. Well, I still have more to unravel. But time won't allow it. Hopefully will have recovered slightly more by next week. This free-styled journal is a good measurement of progress of said seizure recovery. Attention still fades in and out sometimes, but the solidarity of my sense of identity in the biological sense is mostly restored. Will have a mixture of completing this in the next entry combined with catharsis towards its next outgrowth. Heh, it’s all just imperturbable reps and sets. When aligned, yes. Best regards.
  2. Medical School Journal. Entry #1: What does being a doctor mean? Beyond the illusions. Beyond the stereotypes. My own action makes the definition. Traveling from city to city. That's my desire as a doctor. Conferences to conferences, building social networks. Creating a lifelong legacy. Armbands of connectivity, as long-term legacy. Over seniority without social precedence. I care about lifestyle, not authority. Sounds like a good medical-footprint too. Doctors are a safe social-hierarchy. In the past, I've been reckless. Trying to save without experience. Trying to know without boundaries. Trying to feel, without seeing projection. Stretching for solidarity in limitless connection. Which was always, highly improbable. Now realizing, it was all commercial. The films, the music, the culture. It set us up for failure. Never seeing, who pulled the strings. After enough pain, integration and revelation. Time speaks. And so do others. We find the soldiers in grief. And we share stories. This automatically stimulates new thought. New horizons. A new system with wheels. Because now we have more than experience. We have wisdom. We have learned mind integration. To teach the heart to catch-up. Healing the entire system, for new life. Not only individuality, but integration. Into a world... That is growing up too. The world has become disconnected. Despite becoming more technologically connected. And for those aware, we out-smart. We find our niches. We build our strategies. Our maps. Our feedback loops. I've called mine "doctors". But that is just an armband. A bridge of connection. Experiencing the world from its myopia. While learning from the window. It creates. I've mapped all medical student conferences. City to city during medical school. Establishing world-wide medical social legacy. Traveling once per week/fortnight, building more bridges. And together, in feedback loops. Building a forever social arc. One without borders. And one within infinite boundaries. Designed for social-distance, with complete connectivity. Nourishing the best of people. Without the decay of geographical proximity. Over-complexity fortifies pure simplicity. Social, the first bridge to patients. Intense research, a collaborative arm. Hospital, an outcome not a destination. Foreseeing burnouts, as calculated and controlled. Rather than without social weather control. A path beginning with authority. Is an ego... that looks back with the mind. Not the heart. Unintegrated foresight, is better spontaneous. To learn from the foolishness. Having now achieved this? I will see. Where pain... not even an anchor. An unvarnished mystery. That I've honed to be raw. Where recklessness becomes concrete. And therefore strategically beautiful, over spontaneously-destructive. Bandages now taken off. Stitches fallen out with scars. That speak a language... not forgotten. But without the hold. To live truly. Is to never leave anything behind. But to never... Hold onto anything. This is sight into the soul... With boundaries, that are boundaryless. What global network will I have.... In 6 years? What inner network... Will I have in the end? What lessons would my network... Have sown in me? That myopia of our wisdom, staring back at us... To define the world around us... As we take, reckless responsibility... Forward in integrated solidarity. To treasure every memory. While painstakingly making all memories. However bad... Whole. To become a tale... of a human life. Not of a perfect life. Just perfectly... Connected. Globally. Perhaps a new trend for doctors. Living lives at every countries edge. Binding in the middle... when the smaller worlds demand presence. Patience. Empathy. Solutions. And a smile. That looks like its returned home. Wherever it is. And whoever it lands with. Finalizing my decision towards medical school. An outgrowth of my father passing. Banging the walls of life for closure. Amidst seizure after seizure. And an epilepsy diagnosis that followed. It only fuelled me. I sought no sympathy. It only grew the fire. Amidst memory failing, stable identity crumbling. A light of ease still shined. Doubtful moments ensnared hope; vision reigned. Life vision, beyond the noise. Clear signal. Clear path. Clear war. Purified the endeavour, oiled skeletal joints. If I could solve my father's suffering. If I could solve epilepsy. Intense research must be my calling. A 2026 gifted with relentless invention. That solidified identity with life renewed. Renewal, leaving a trail existential skeletons. With new hope binding their lives. And my father's passing. Living on through them, through diagnostic victory. That solidifies their own path forward. Their free-will returned. And the rest of life... Awaits their renewed purpose. To rebirth life through unescapable loss. Is to make those lost. Including yourself, born again. The connectivity that defined this choice. Plants the seeds, for tomorrow's medicine. And my new social world. Awaits only more light, to fire.
  3. Medical School Journal. Entry #2: Intro - Getting to the root of purposeful foundations rather than standing on a culture thats preparing for a breakdown and in doing so systemic destruction of obsolete systems; coming out the other side as a student-physician, with a more refined eye. Bridging abstract foundations with medical responsibilities towards not just treatment but its embodied philosophy. Returning back to how the true philosophers of yesterday are the roots to the true medical doctors today, I want to be the least that, held in something that resembles what we can call sacred to the sanctity of life. Beginning: The love story between relationality and medicine. Where logical structure meets the saving of the will to live, or a story that can't be salvaged. Medicine then in my own biased way, is the meaning of life. Or a good chunk to it. Limits of meaning constructed only from a void we can't make sense of, and maybe that's it's only boundary. My conclusion: The meaning of life is, alive and well. We are however just mere infants trying to understand the game of chess. Any game of life we construct, is like a game of marbles, which goes all the way back to the earliest Egyptian era, a child learns to invent. Most of us understand cause and effect, differentiation of every temperature between hot and cold, along with the pain or pleasure it brings. Two spherical rocks thrown together then go "Boom" upon impact, then we iteratively decide a winner of the game based on how many rocks one is willing to lose versus win. Our ability to relationally construct the world in our minds arguably, has not actually grown much beyond that. In the game there's not only the consideration of cause and effect but through that emergence, there's also time, social dynamics and even competitive game theory. The distance between the ability to understand the rules of "Marbles" and construct the Fibonacci sequence, is not as far as you think. Based on our understanding so far however, we understand the patterns of nature enough to realise that it follows principles of emergence. Therefore, the rudimentary ability we all have to understand through relational reasoning at its maximum, is likely all that's needed at the mental level outside of phenomenological exposure. Moreover 'maximum', is purely ideological, we may need much less relational ability than we realise to bind all of life's relations together, which brings us more hope than we likely realise. At the same time of course, we do need proper baseline rules of thumb. For example, the fact that we can't even send any astronauts to another planet, let alone another solar system, undoubtedly means we're still quite far away from the relational potential we need to wrap our heads around the nuanced complexity of the universe. Evolutionary short-cuts and catalysts exist, for example at present our own higher abilities compared to other species on the planet are still not yet fully explainable. And maybe or some would say undoubtedly, human invented technology is going to be that catalyst, as it already has been in our growing living standards compared to our earliest times. That said, the bone marrow of the modern era as an outgrowth to the failings of earlier philosophy has totally misled generations into believing that outside the most basic of observations, there is no meaning to life. And our demographic classes have suffered greatly because of this deception. The human species led by the absence of meaning is clearly visible carried out in action. Often worse, it is superior-intellect masking hopelessness from the challenges and or doubts upon life and its creations. We see the emergence of this pattern spiraling from backlashes towards certain trends of religion, politics, even science and the broader culture of any given society or tribe of any time in history. The Sentinelese probably experience just as much absence of meaning from suffering as anyone else outside of the likely positive group dynamics that counter the effects of life's challenges. One of the undoubtedly root causes of nihilism then, is not its legitimacy outside of any fair evaluation of the absence of intelligence to any theory to presently explain the meaning of life, but the lack of a truly fulfilling tribe. Where quite often, the least to the most philosophical of cohesive tribes will probably say that the meaning of life is joy, love and relationships. This mirrors the biased narrative of those without one, because they're both understanding experience purely based on the projection of feeling more than the raw computational power that is powered by the true desire to know and understand. The priesthood of philosophy is tasked with this goal of resolving all of existence beginning with religion, politics, science and broader culture as starting points for its axioms. Apart from being at best like children playing with crayons on the white pages of the universe, cursing at our parents (our universal creators) in the process, we are far better at our maxims for life. We see, we observe, we discern, we experiment, we get results, we iteratively improve. We're reasonably good at this and one maxim that benefits us in life is doing what we're good at rather than preoccupying ourselves with either what we're not good at or life's wrongs. Far worse, to get good at finding all that is wrong with our survivability and to skew perception towards so much dogmatic bias in that adherence that not even the biggest or most valuable marble could smash any like solidified mirror that forever reflects back a tainted view upon life, and therefore, the meanings you sit on to continue it. As coarse as it sounds, that's like taking a dump in the middle of garbage heap, calling it better than all the other rubbish and therefore validating the purpose of shitting on your own shit even further until it turns into an impossible mud-slug to get out of; and this is precisely where many protestors in life begin to enter stage right where you've already entered stage left, preparing your indoctrinating message for any gullible audience that isn't just there for the philosophical laughs. Philosophy has done much for humanity in the same way that prostitution has for a lonely gender (yes men have well and truly entered the profession now). Because isn't the existential yearner no less than someone who becomes far more easily indoctrinated into answers that are yet to be put under a higher relational microscope that can handle more nuanced complexity? Like a pigeon among the streets, they will take the breadcrumbs of meaning even if it leads to a pile of shit, they would have followed that stench so long that they not only got used it, they became filled with elation upon discovering the 'Big Kahuna if you can my drift. One can only imagine what they'd do with that. Enter centrestage the modern digitally hypnotisable modern era where humanity has been reduced to crying over not receiving a like on facebook. Remember how I said we haven't reached reasoning abilities much further than the ability to understand the game of 'Marbles'? I think by now the story is starting to carry a little more diamond and a little less shit surrounding it than how I began. They call it "Diamond in the rough", but if you ask me, they needed a conductor playing the brief part of a nihilist to really call it what it is. And if you take all of civilisation as a whole, this is where our own biases towards our time in history begin to become coloured more towards where we've at least been trying to head but still contains credible philosophical doubt given that the origins that brought us here, were not solely on the backs of altruism but were born out of the same dirt we're all birthed from to genetically forge our life maxims from generational epigenetic trends. Two or more generations in and many demographics now are primed to select Mc Donalds over Subway, that tells you everything you need to know about potential "Do Not Enter / Enter at Own Risk" signs we need to have as people choose the priesthood of dystopian visions masquerading as the future of utopian ideals. Speaking no less then of the transhumanist visions of technology to save ourselves... from ourselves. But some may argue that this simulation of humanity, no matter the simulation we've been cast in tends to follow the pattern of being "Saving ourselves" all the way down in the same way that "Turtles" follows the same regressive pattern. With the biggest problem being that the philosophy of politics, science, religion and broader culture has tried to forge universal axioms to control thought more than understand its limits, misunderstanding the sheer bias of the fact that any universal axiomatic foundation was forged upon being born on a pile of dirt, not the centre of creation from which all of this sprung from, colloquially stated. Maxims we can do, and our learning from experiences paints the way those maxims need to correctly head relative to the relational complexity we can handle, however much more than this, and more and more as it has in this conversation with self-referentiality, it becomes a discussion more on limits than potential. Like a poor person in a rich world, if we don't accurately appraise our position, financial spiritual wealth will not set like the sun a little better for the tomorrow, whatever timeline operated on. Accurately appraised then, this is where the interlude between the many kinds of this failed priesthood meeting the degradation of future generational priests begins to shift from a co-occurring existential echo of where humanities dumbed down version of abstraction being the sciences, begins to heal and transform the damaged generations through its medicinal and greater technological practicalities. To revive philosophy at its roots, we must measure our progress to the extent that we make it appealing to those that believe it to be a waste of time; especially those that view it as taking up room in the most unoccupyable areas of the largest of blackholes in the universe. The problem is that philosophy is not only painstaking, there is no foreseeable gratitude at the end of it outside of a sore head and an enlightened intellect that otherwise could have been honed by working as an independent farmer, which is not as easy as some may believe. There are many genius farmers never to be known, so be thankful they didn't want to be otherwise you may very well not of been the beneficiaries of their hard work. Not only that, even if you become a remembered philosopher, you have to deal with future generations like myself viewing you as "less than". As they remember you through the myopia of modern luxuries that even the philosophers of the day that may reach higher heights, too take for granted in their appraisal of your work, standing upon and looking down from their own clumps of universal dust thrown together to have it sold en masse like it was the next plagiarised Picasso in its lack of remembrance of ancestral roots. [ A lot of that sentence in part contains much of what I meant in my previous entry where I stated " Is to never leave anything behind. But to never... Hold onto anything." or to more 'Koanly' say so "Leave nothing behind but hold onto nothing" ]. A rug that could easily be removed from underneath them if the third world country they relied upon for a cheaper price to make the rug decided they wanted higher rates or we placed them in the sweat shop in which the rug was made en masse. To revive philosophy at its roots, we thus must remember in our writing the ancestral voices that crafted the edges of every puzzle piece we sow together, and bind those pieces with the heart so that the end creation becomes not just a product but a relic that remembered. And to do that we must sow axiom with maxim, like Plato with Aurelius and like intellectual ice with the creative beauty we can achieve with aerobatics. Like science and art, forgetting that its just a maxim for the bridging of mind and heart; these analogies, these bridges, are missing like the connection between pulse and purpose, that define the architecture of unbreakable reason with the passions of the spirit. That sounds like something I not only want to learn how to do (axiom territory), that sounds precisely what I want to learn how to be (maxim territory). That's philosophy, and that's when true spirituality, the both of them, become untethered from their past derailments only to find the same railroad tracks, heading not on a collision course like many modern appraisals but a unity upon explosion. If we can do that in our words, in our persuasions by not only persuading ourselves first but transforming ourselves to be our most unified version of the underlying philosophical function of our nervous systems structure (i.e. spirit to mind to heart),that way of being becomes its own persuasion that doesn't even need to be spoken, as we become the priesthood of its being through action, and therefore an example to follow. This is when philosophy returns to its rightful place, medicine for the mind through a direction of its senses for thought. Making no differentiation in that process between thought and being its own sense, aka is it not the outgrowth of 'sense-making' like focusing the eyes subtler vision upon greater concentration. Therefore, viewing no different the damage to sight like the damage to mind-sight and the philosophical remedies we must craft. In bandaging and performing intellectual surgery on the regeneration of the cells that speak to each other to produce that sight on life. Previously reduced by mind-viruses vetted through anti-protective philosphical plasma boundaries between protoplasmic interface and the nucleus of our sentience. Through the indoctrination of biological songs sung to sow veins that pumped poorly culturalised blood to distort and divide mind from its analogical surroundings that upon proper intellectual vision, reach interconnectivity as an after-thought and starting point rather than a final destination. Interconnectivity, like the sight of sense telling our bodies where the paths of the environment water flow. Like thought to memory tell our sentience not only where but how to build the channels that allow that river to run from mountain to the farmers tap that grows our generational philosophers for the new coming season. Where the principles of medicinal regeneration are to philosophical healing and where the principles of philosophical generation are to the extension of our biology to new frontiers that enlighten both paths in symbiosis. I began this entry speaking about the love story between relationality and medicine, and I end it by redefining both philosophy and relational reasoning (relationality) as one in the same that serve the goal of higher medicine, and higher medicines roots as indistinguishable from the philosophical rigour that binds the unity of its purpose, sown more to a philosophically misguided path towards ruin or one of salvation. Where together with newly defined philosophy and medicine, the meaning of life not only becomes probablistic it becomes its own deterministic good as we bridge the order of life against the chaos that derails it. Building architectures that not only save the will as I started it, but teach it to thrive not only with or within structure, but through the will to create it. That is real meaning. Previous conclusion: The meaning of life is, alive and well. New conclusion: The meaning of life, is all the more closer, as we live meaning well the same way we take in old wine that's both a philosophy passed down to iterate axioms further, but a medicine that refines it through the technology of higher maxims married to that growth. Where logical structure meets the saving of the will to live, or a story that can't be salvaged, meets a story that must be changed by a will that must bare the weight of light powerful enough to scare any belaboured will that finds comfort in the cracks of Plato's Cave, to never viewing it as an option. As the reinvention of the cultural and social structures surrounding, bias one to live out the conformist example of its offspring to frontier. Church reinstated through question and devotion towards growth rather than regress disguised as sacredness through dogma and indoctrination like religion or pseudo-elevation through answer and nihilistic-power through science. Self is consciousness is true power, and the only sight that reveals the next step from its starting foundations. Now’s the time to reunite with what was always our love story of this philosophical medicine brought back to its earliest beginnings bridge to what we take for granted today in both the post-modern world and the bureaucratic infrastructure of the medical establishment. That sacred marriage as it always used to be of axiom and maxim, where the relational rigor of mind and the regenerative tissue of passion unite to heal our sight and build the architecture of spiritual meaning. This returns to medicine's roots, where thinkers like Pythagoras and Hippocrates first sought rational, philosophical causes for illness. The Hippocratic Oath, "Do no harm", should be sewn into the minds then of every philospher, and into every physician, how to bring the will to life back or further into every patient, the path of goodness is not found in text but in the heart-mind symbiotic unity to write it better. That is a love story I want to read from even the darkest and most treacherous parts of the universes greatest and most ferocious of black-holes, and that I believe that would enable the beginnings of many... To break out of. And begin life connected to the Earth's ground, humbled by the farmers noble foresight, the ingenuity of mindful doctors and those too driven by undivided hearts, escalated by modern 'cyber' philosophers, while rebirthed by the old and forgotten that sought to unite from what we have separated, but now reinvite to make whole once again, and further too, as we embark on defining the right echo we want to hear back as we plant the seeds for the eras to come. These are the beginnings of where metamodernism meets the redefinition of spirituality, at the waters shoreline of a planet that's the third rock from a sun of a universe that for now... Only arises within within, and in our togetherness, of both our intellect and the paths that forge the greatest of life’s love stories.