sunnuntai 19. kesäkuuta 2011

Of Good & Evil

Last night we had a great discussion about the substantial existence of good and evil in the world and amongst mankind with some of my friends. It was inspiring trade of thoughts and we ended up in complete disagreement, which often happens when I'm around. Still I try to abandon my own ground and understand how things work, especially when it comes to other human beings for all the functions of the mind are at least somewhat interesting to me. My friend had this dualistic view of good and bad people, alongside with views of intelligent people and stupid people. He thinks world is full of bricks, who do bad things, and there's this handfull of good people that try to reason with the stupid people and always end up losing. He's probably right, but I want to open up my point of view.

In my opinion, people are naturally built with the seeds of anarchy in them. They are thrown into this huge ocean someone calls life, with endless amount of possibilities and the continuing struggle for survival. And basically that's it. Man's actions are based on his current situation, and the limited knowledge he has on that very moment. His motivations might be selfish benefits or utilitarist "what's best for everyone is best for me" type of attributions, but still the selfish person can end up doing more good than the one who thought he should act for the greater good. It's all about how informed or ignorant these people are when they face the conflict they are forced to solve. Not all bad people do bad things to be bad. Their motivations might be driven by complete disappointment on how other human beings find them, and if they are not able to achieve their respect and acceptance, they want to take it by force. Still, they might be the most loving parents in the world, or have their other own little soft spots. Also, good people can act selfishly and decide against their beliefs.

The world itself does not know words "good" or "evil". They are our concepts, created to determine where do we stand when we are compared to mankind as a whole or just to indicate how we face our own society. For many people, I may seem a bad person. I refuse to swallos cheap mediabullshit, I refuse to work and earn my place in society. I resist all oppression and authority, and I won't fit in to your picture of a happy family. I refuse to become a mindless working bee, serving the queen I'll never get to fuck. I reject all values that are given us as some default settings. I don't agree with some of basic morals. If a man is dying of a hunger, he can steal food from the ones who sell it to maximize their own profits. Fuck those self-righteous shitfaces anyway. But still I don't see myself as a bad person. I am free of guilt and shame so many people feel, and that is enough to keep me going. We have just one life, we should live it, not through disrespectng others, but not to give a fuck if they think you're childish or stupid.

Our time has become an exact replica of the ancient Athens in Plato's time. The majority of people wallow in their hedonistic selfishness, ignorance and plain stupidity are valued over wisdom or further consideration of anything. This is something that really grinds my gears. I see this world sinking deeper and deeper in shit, and I don't know how patiently I can show compassion towards it, when it does not show a single attempt for change of it's current course. Tits and early stages of alcoholism are way cooler than thinking and reading. Maybe so, but this world is never saved by the cool dudes. Also, I'm fed up with television, and to some extent internet too. Nothing is taken seriously, everything is continuing vacuum of postmodern irony and trololololololollol. I'm so fucking sick of it. All people want to see on television is war and porn, as long as it's not real blood or sperm. If you really need to face death or the flood of bodyfluids all sexual interaction involves, you feel disgusted and turn away. In many ways the world is more evil than ever, but still it has lost lots of it's ancient cruelties. Still, the hedonism has risen again from the ashes of reason, and I find this all just sad. Be the change you want to see, an old cliché perhaps, but really something to think about. Most people are smart enough to understand that world is a really fucked up place, but no one has the strength to change their own mindset to achieve something bigger than a fortyfive year career as a waiter. Still, if one truly has the calling of being a waiter, that is exactly what one should do. Our short lives should be spent exactly the way we want them to be spent. I have no answers to any questions, and every day brings at least ten new questions with it, so I really don't have a clue of these things. I'm just sorting out my own thoughts in a form of "wordflows" and see where they take me.

The point of all this in one paragraph: There is no good and evil inside my mind, there are just people trying to get through the labyrinth, sometimes they take wrong turns and they just need to memorize those dead ends for the future. Good-bad scale is purely in our heads, and it's meant to measure our attitude and how the individuals function towards each other when considered as a group. Our time is just as hedonist and ruined as ancient Greek, and the democracy has evolved the freedom into something completely different: slavery.

lauantai 18. kesäkuuta 2011

Ode To Monty Python!

I can not possibly describe to what extent I appreciate Monty Python. I remember seeing Holy Grail as a kid, it was late night and I had not a vaguest idea of what I was watching. It was about six or seven years later when I actually found out that the brilliant, intelligent, metaphysical flow of images and ideas had been Monty Python's Holy Grail. Still it had already affected me in a million ways. The metaphysical, self-commenting, ontological jokes fitted my already fucked up mentality just perfectly. I finally felt connected with the world. There we're people that had been as silly and clever as I felt I had always been, and that gave me hope. I kept on drawing and writing strange stuff, and I have ever since. When I found the rest of the Pythonian scale, it just filled my mind with all the missing pieces. It is the form of true freedom. Nothing is holy, nothing is sacred, not even the jokes themselves. They are the first ones to go, when they are about to shoot someone, and that is probably the greatest thing about the Monty Python's Flying Circus. It is bright and colorful surreal explosion, and if my kid does not laugh to fish slapping dance the first time he or she happens to see it, I think I have to give him or her away. Maybe some strange Norwegian housebuilder's guild will adopt him or her and raise him or her as their own. He or she will become a greatest of all the great Norwegian housebuilders, and he or she will build a house that will make all the other houses on the same estate agency look like some cheap Thailand bungalows. And I have a reason to be proud of him or her.

But yeah, it has affected me and my sense of visual "things" and rhythm and flow deeply. I am damaged for life. Maybe I should sue them all. "Dear sirs of Monty Python's Flying Circus. Becouse of some funny and silly things you did almost a century ago, my young mind has been deeply scarred, and I have had to live my life as a social reject and with any chance of parole denied. I am writing you this letter hoping it'll catch your attention and let you know that I have no sense of purpose in this world, I have started to even doubt my own existence in this world built on dualist values, but only concrete material, if we leave out all the small, almost surely non-existant particles some nerds claim to pummel through our bodies every second. I just wanted to let you know that you have completely ruined my life, and I want to thank you for it, sincerely yours, these fingers that run across the keyboard, and seem to have a some sort of personality installed all the way up their asses."

Just wanted to let you all know this in case ou happen to buy a Cut To Fit album at some point of your lives, and find it somewhat confusing. It's all becouse of these silly british persons, that have wounded me like the ants wound the wolves. Which would make an great song title by the way. Like The Ants Wound The Wolves. Fuck, I'm gonna write that down.

maanantai 6. kesäkuuta 2011

Something about Plato and his The Republic

I've been reading Plato's The Republic for the university's entrance examination (I'm not going to make it, but I'm going to try anyway.) and there are several things that really disturb me in this utopia he presents. They push my buttons so much I'm not even sure whether it can be considered an utopia or not. Of course I realize the fact that me and Plato have a good two and a half thousand years between us, and mankind has developed new sorts of media, control and destruction, but still I think the very essence of mankind has remained nearly untouched through the millennias. Plato was the developer of the ideas, the divine abstracts of perfection, which can not be seen or touched, or even in exist, but still everything living and existing draws from the ideas of things and beings. For every guitar is an imitation of the perfect guitar, that does not actually exist anywhere, but in the world of ideas, which is full of perfection. He believed in dualism in man's soul, there are forces of good and evil that are in constant battle with eachother. This is where we choose different paths, for I believe there is no good or evil, there are just last minute decisions, consequences, chaotic ignorance and knowledge, and the subjective history writing that defines whether the individuals did the "right=good" decisions or not. Our history is written in blood, and it's just endless victory march on our yard, whether we won the oppressor, or the opposing anarchism or other radical ideas, we are always winners.

So when Plato says that in his perfect state there'd be no arts that oppose what is good for the state, no sad songs or poems of unfortunate fates, people should be raised to understand that they need to do the hard work to let the small elite rulers rule and save their time for all the fun things, it's some tough shit to swallow. He encourages cencorship, manipulation of the people, the suppression and closing all things "evil" outside his state. I understand that things are different now. Back then people had the freedom of speech (although you might get killed if you we're not quiet) and Plato was mainly meaning the pop culture of his time, dishonoring the gods and giving them some humane characteristics, so he was ready to give something up to raise the kids to believe in happy-happy-sunshineland he was creating. After all this was all done in the name of finding justice in one's soul, and he was trying to make his state as "good" as possible. Still I believe the ones at the very bottom would not stay happy too long. Someone would ask questions and get envious, start desiring some higher authority in this society, and fuck some serious shit up. That is the essence of human nature. To ask questions, to make notions, to strive for his place in the sun. That is why the western world is based on capitalism and money. The few on the top were the ones at the bottom and now they rule and they don't want to let go of their precious money.

I say fuck it. You don't need money. Try. You may lose your apartment, your friends, your precious "stuff" you have in those cardboardboxes that are still in your attic from your last move. You may lose everything in the beginning. But you'll eventually gain something better. You know who you are. You'll probably face some of those "low class" people you've always avoided, you'll get left out from the society. You'll see how the solidarity works around here. I promise to be your friend. Come and knock on my door, I'll fix you some coffee and we'll have some long conversations about what you have seen, what you have learned, how did that all make you feel. But I'm straying again.

Of course Plato had many good points too. He was right to restrict the right to own personal stuff from the soldiers and the rulers, to prevent the corruption from blooming in his state. Here in Finland we have followed this ridiculous act of establishing the government for over a month now, and I'm not surprised our capitalist winners, who always become blue-collar party when it's time for election, can't come up with good solutions. So surprise, surprise, now they are rebuilding the same government we had the last four years. So nothing has changed, it'll be the same set of same lies. It is a farce, for nearly all the parties have already declared to be in the opposition at some point, but instantly when they see they have a chance of being in the government, their jackets suddenly have brand new colors. Nothing new, I know. Still so fucking funny! If they had no right to own anything, they'd truly show how much they'd love their country. And this is something we could really absorb from Plato. We should.