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Perpetual Imperfection

Humanity and the Immortal Thought

By Jake Jones

If there is a greater good, is it already gone?

 If there is a better place, where are we now?

       Is there an answer to these questions? Is there a definite answer to any question? Humanity is driven to wonder why and the fortunate souls have found answers and have told very few. Do we accuse them of secrecy or blame ourselves for not listening? Do those who take the path less beaten, do so because there's less people or to be followed? Is it the goal of man to explore the unknown, or to exploit the unknown? Whether you believe that God created Man, or that Man created God, whether your scripture is in The Book of Genesis or The Origin of Species, it is inconsequential. Where we started does not matter, what truly matters is where we are going. If history repeats itself, are we going in circles? Is progress merely the upward motion of a spiraling perpetual cycle?



We as a human race are perpetuated by imperfection. It is imperfection which gives us inspiration to advance but never succeed. Success is in the eye of the beholder, not for the ones who once beheld. The vision fades through the ages as it is seen through different eyes.The practice of medicine has always been at odds with death. The one thing that is always certain about the human race is our mortality. One does not die of natural causes, death is the natural cause; a force beyond our control. It is the only promise that life can keep.


Ideas cannot die. Thought itself is an electromagnetic frequency that can travel beyond the mind. Thoughts are not kept under lock and key, they are free. They are written, and they are told, as they are studied and they are heard. Thoughts can also be augmented, twisted, dismissed and denied; but never destroyed. For those who deny the power of thought, consider the following: Matter cannot be created nor destroyed. If the thought matters, then the thought cannot be destroyed. We have very little time to figure out what our purpose is and even less time to fulfill it. Then, there are those who have passed along their intention to another generation. Whether it is noble or right is trivial, the reality is that in many events throughout our history, misconception is hereditary.


Servants of legacy. A lineage with a single mind and a circular direction of a distorted ideal, a broken wheel whose function is lost, forgotten or intends to turn utility to futility and distort the human mechanism. When does tradition turn in to useless repetition? Can right and wrong be defined if there is a greater good that only one man can see?


We as humans are never content. We have the ability to not only want or need, but to desire. This world has never been perfect, and it never will be. It is imbalance that creates progress. Balance is not the goal, balance is an illusion. Time is an illusion. Identity is an illusion.Who are you? Is it the name your parents gave you? Is it the number that you were assigned? These are merely labels that make organization easier.


Is it balance that we aim to achieve? Two aimless counteractive spirals that create a symbiotic, double-helix trail with no beginning or end. Life imitating life; Derived from the Never-ending Answer.

Our purpose is to ask questions, to wonder, to explore what is not yet known. If you find yourself in Misery's company, ask yourself why. Ask yourself why Misery loves company. Ask how Misery is able to love. However, if you explore and search for the Answer to The Great Question, look where you're going. If you're not careful, you could be going in circles.


Questions lead to Answers. Answers Lead to Questions. Questions lead to Answers. Answers Lead to Questions. Questions lead to Madness.

There is no End.

Philosophy

The Clockwork of Stars

By Jake Jones

If there is a grand scheme, who planned it?

If there is a big picture, who is the artist?

The question of how we came to be has always been debated between science and religion. The question of why we came to be however, is nothing more than odds and statistics to the scientific mind. For those of you, like myself, who know that there is some higher power, I ask you this: “Did God create man because he had to, because he wanted to, or because he could?” I ask this question not to be controversial. It’s a question for you to ask yourselves and others. Answer with which ever answer helps you be satisfied with your existence. I cannot be content with a universe that exists without reason. What sense of meaning, purpose, or belonging can anyone have if life is just a nanoscopic flaw in the celestial enigma?

The concerns of mere men have always outweighed the clockwork of stars.

In the day, we are always rushing to meet deadlines. We are so absorbed in a calendar that we follow without question; a clock that we always watch. We are prisoners of a timeframe constructed by our own hands. We run around in circles on a spinning globe, completing laps around the sun, oblivious to the clockwork. At night, we look up at the stars that remind us of how small we are. We fail to realize the eternal waltz between night and day. The light chasing the dark, and the dark chasing the light. Wheels eternally turning.

There is no luck, there is no coincidence, and there is no chance. There is synchronicity. Everything has a architectonic purpose, Every action has reason and design.

Every time you encounter that feeling of déjà vu, every time history repeats itself, every time you might look upon something as coincidence, don’t ignore it, don’t hold it in the light of skepticism and disregard. If you so choose to see it, your perception will change and your eyes will see the strings that are interwoven in a sentient tapestry. If you think that it is by chance that we are here, how important does your life seem if you believe the human mind is the progress of evolutionary backwash of a microbial deformity? The only way to become self aware is the realization of a universe with design and purpose and finding out how you fit between the cogs.

The Mayans left us with many questions and a calendar that ends December 21st, 2012. They were unable to prevent their own apocalypse. How would we be any different? Because we’re smarter or are we more gullible? The Mayans are gone and their calendar is one of a multitude that looms over our heads; casting a shadow of twisted words over the foolish. Nostradamus is dead yet his predictions are the vanguard of the paranoid masses. Take a step back and look at what darkness does to delight.

How many times has a prophecy gone unfulfilled? How many predictions left those who stockpiled in anticipation disappointed with the mercy of the cosmos and the hands of fate? Why do we choose to believe the universe is counting down when so few of us know how it ticks?

Let the world end, and ask yourself this:

“If Armageddon comes and no one is left to hear it, does it make a sound?”

Emotions blind logic. Logic corrodes belief. Beliefs are the byproduct of truth. And the truth shall incite emotion.

Clockwork. Synchronicity. Infinity.

Stop looking down. Look up.

Looking down gets you nowhere, looking forward only brings you closer to the end.