Most of you probably already know this, but it’s good to be reminded of.

70% of our DNA exactly matches that of trees. And a staggering 99% with apes.

We all know that we are unique, but it’s funny how that can blind us from how similar we are to all things teran. For a while now I’ve only thought of how I am like a tree in a spiritual way. Now it comes together that there is may be reasons behind our bond that can be explained without tapping the metaphysical. If it is possible to fully explain our connection to Earth using science as a tool, then how would we react to something truely foreign. If you were introduced to something humans don’t fathom, would you have a connection to it in the same way you do to a tree, or is our connection to the tree simply chemical. Is there a connection between everything simply because they share the same universe? With stars as an exception, I’ve never related to anything outside our solarsystem. Are we all really the same, or are we ignorant fools? We thought we were the center of the universe out of self love, are we to make the same mistake thinking that we are made up of the same things the rest of the universe is?

Where does the physical start and the mind end?

I often find myself categorizing the the physical is somehow more “real” then whatever else there is. This whatever else, my perception for instance, is in reality the only thing that I can say is “real” as it is the only thing that I can truly grasp.

So there is this glaring question. What is this only real thing that I can grasp if it is not somehow physical? Where does “reality” stop and physicality begin if these things are in fact different?

It is often said that the simplest explanation is usually the correct one. So if this is the case then doesn’t it seem reasonable to say that everything is one thing. So which one is it? Do we live in a purely physical world, where everything is in fact a function of physical interactions or alternatively are we in a world where everything is a function of perception where this idea of perception is all that there is without what we deem a “physical” world.

Whichever way it is I’m going to keep convincing myself that this coffee I’m drinking is delicious no matter what my senses keep telling me.

Thanksgiving was an ancient American custom practiced until the mid-21 century. The purpose was to celebrate the incredible abundance and good fortune Americans had when compared to much of the world. The Americans celebrated their good fortune by gorging themselves on food, most notably the caracas of a dead bird known as a “turkey,” and a cake made from the innards of a large orange gourd.

Before the feast they would enjoy a parade, viewed on a hypno-box, in which giant facsimiles of idols from their capitalist religion (including the infamous deity Garfield, legendary for destroying the beautiful city of Lasagna) would be floated through the great city of New York. The parade was held in honor of one the highest capitalist powers, a god known as Macys. Macys was quite revered in ancient America, but she was a fading star. Shortly after the turn of the 21 century American religion started to shift towards monotheism. The new all-powerful god (“the one who was and who is and who is to come”) was known as Walmart. Walmart’s influence soon spread throughout the globe leading to a new era of religious warfare in which the heathens were brutally tortured and killed, and the believers were always treated to the lowest prices.

I’ve been noticing lately how much I depend on the structure of society for happiness. I’ve established that I’m happier when I’m busy creating/modifying/updating myself and the universe around me all day every day, but when I am alone and without obligation I do nothing to keep myself busy. I feed off the already established structure of different organizations in order to structure my own life. So far I have not been successful at using my mind to create the desired structure that organizations can give me.
I am capable of structuring my own life, but so far I lack the motivation. I do not however lack the motivation to go out and assign someone else the responsibility of telling me what to do.
Why am I my own worst enemy?
Why is it that I can so readily deduce all of these things about my life, but I fight against the obvious solutions. The obvious solution is to just do all the things I know I should be doing and then I should just do all of them and shut up about it. Why then is this solution daunting? When will I man up and take responsibility for myself and my actions? But then again I have to remind myself that a dependence on society isn’t the worst thing in the world. Successful men and women are successful because they did great things working with society, not avoiding it. So maybe my dependence on society isn’t all bad, but I think that my inability to internally guide my life is bad in some respects.
Again, where is the medium? Where is my balance going to found? When will I be able to ween myself from the Honest Book of Truth, and answer these questions myself instead of writing them down?

We as humans play games.

When we are bored we create these pockets of purpose in our lives to use our minds with.

What do games say about humans?

Are the games we play just meaningless time fillers or do they say something more about the human condition.

Games require us to think about something within a confined space. We assign rules to certain interactions so that they can have forced consequences. Sometimes the consequences are not what we thought they would be.

In games we find these unanswered questions.

We play.

With each new game we discover something new, about the game, about ourselves as players.

What would happen if….

Becomes the question and we have the ability to play out possibilities to run our thought process to a conclusion and then once the sum of all the thought that has gone into a game is completed the game is destroyed. You pick up the pieces and you play again. You have to get better somehow.