Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Morning
Morning
Mon Jul 29 09:55:24 2002
Madhouse
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Our society, with its two authorities, scientists and priests, at ends like arguing parents, has lost its tribal elder. No more rabbi or medicine man, no longer the role of the fountain of knowledge, the caring but decisive leader. Politicians are a dissatisfying placebo. I think there's a desire to believe, to place one's trust in someone, and throw their lot in with them, for good or for bad. This might be part of group identity. There are people who believe in fairly decent dictators, such as Castro. Truly religious people throw in their lot with their deities, and with their religious leaders. Some people put their trust in society -- they identify with politicians, which is why it hurts them when politicians betray the public trust. It never surprises me when I see stuff like that. Group identity is easy. One loses accountability, one loses the need to make one's own argument. When one gets tired of standing alone, the identities are always there, waiting to bring an end to a lifelong journey of exploration. I've sometimes felt tired, and tempted to make a stop somewhere... anywhere, to settle under someone's umbrella.

Most ironic to me... I think love is another form of group identity.. strange that a phonomena that I consider so worrying really might be part of something so wonderful. Group identity then, is not something to be avoided in all cases. It is, however, something that one should take some effort towards monitoring. There seems to be far less danger in sharing some identity with a lover than in sharing some identity with a large crowd. One chooses one's lover (Not applicable in some societies). One doesn't get to choose all the people in a crowd or a movement. The point of a movement is to achieve some ends. The point of love is .. well, that's a good question. What is the point of love? Is it a value? Perhaps I'll write about this later, if I think of something to say. One of my friends suggested that love is codependance and cohabitation. I don't think that captures the essense of it, but it is delightfully cynical... like chewing on a lemon.

Ooh... admiring the brain's ability to disambiguate "that captures the essense of it"... an interesting mix, likely, of brute force and algorithm/heuristic.

Hopefully this shall continue to be a good day :)