27 04 11 - 11:11There are a couple of schools of worldview regarding life itself. To one group, it is amazing and we need to get to know it; to the other group, it is imperfect and should be more like us.
I'm forever with the first group.
And around us, amazing things do occur.
Former Sony president Norio Ohga recognised the potential of the CDâs superior sound quality from the start.
In the 1970s, sceptics scoffed when he insisted compact discs would eventually replace records.
He insisted the CD be 4.8in in diameter, so that it could contain 75 minutes of music â the amount required to hold one of his favourite pieces, Beethovenâs Ninth Symphony, in its entirety. - The Daily Mail
Some people experience a sense of transcendent clarity, where the ways of the world and the ways of the mind are in agreement.
They often become thankful, reverent, and dedicate their lives to praising and explicating it.
From this we get the great artists, the divine intellects, and the inspired leaders. They love life first, and only secondarily worry about themselves, so they make more objective and generous decisions.
INTERVIEWER: What is your definition of a Romantic?
HOUELLEBECQ: Itâs someone who believes in unlimited happiness, which is eternal and possible right away. Belief in love. Also belief in the soul, which is strangely persistent in me, even though I never stop saying the opposite. - The Paris Review
And you find people bonding with life all the time, discovering an eternal happiness. They find it in the genius of life itself, and in having the ability to participate -- and if very lucky, to glorify -- this wonderful thing called existence, or consciousness, or even life.
A wayward otter turned on its would-be rescuers in Tulla on Monday as it was found wandering up the town's main street.
Farmer Joe Burke and shop owner Mike Hogan first noticed the animal as it passed by on the footpath outside Mr Hogan's window.
Concerned for its safety, they decided to come to its aid. However, the otter clearly had other ideas. - BBC
Perhaps, as Kant states and Plato intimates, we are viewfinders moving through a vast field of data, only some of which we can comprehend and through tripartite interaction (cause->effect/observer) can understand as time and space, and the objects necessarily within.
Perhaps the patterns of reality are greater than the sum of its parts, and that consciousness is not within the electrical impulses of our brain, but a pattern described by them. In such a world mythic imagination thrives, mainly because by finding metaphorical truth, it is more accurate than detail-oriented science.
At bidding of a Will, to which we bend
(and must), but only dimly apprehend,
great processes march on, as Time unrolls
from dark beginnings to uncertain goals;
and as on page o'er-written without clue,
with script and limning packed of various hue,
an endless multitude of forms appear,
some grim, some frail, some beautiful, some queer,
each alien, except as kin from one
remote Origo, gnat, man, stone, and sun.
God made the petreous rocks, the arboreal trees,
tellurian earth, and stellar stars, and these
homuncular men, who walk upon the ground
with nerves that tingle touched by light and sound. - Mythopoeia by J.R.R. Tolkien
Sometimes even it seems as if the world itself dreams and hopes along with us; or rather, is carved from the same dreaming and hoping monism that aspires to be self-consistent and self-adoring, a cycle of endurance that produces endless joy and interesting patterns, thus escaping itself to a higher plane of mathematical beauty.
These grey whales are so friendly that they even don't mind being kissed by adoring tourists.
The good-natured seafaring giants will swim right up to human visitors, who can dip their faces into the sea to plant a smacker on the heads of the huge 40-ton sea mammals, who can be found off the west coast of Mexico.
The whales love a pat on the head and a rub on their smooth and sometimes barnacle-covered 45foot-long bodies. - The Daily Mail
If you find yourself alienated by the stupid, short-sighted, brain-dead, callow, oblivious, solipsistic and crass in humanity, your hatred may be a form of love that is suggesting instead we praise the glory of existence and awareness.
It's easy to get caught in the hatred, and forget its parent, which is this love of life. Perhaps the two should coexist: a love of life, and a hatred of all that threatens it.
After all, that is how you treat anything you love, if you wish it to continue. In this light, burning bulldozers, detonating suburbs, eugenic extermination of idiots, etc. are all loving acts -- and the "loving" acts of tolerating these fools are blasphemy against the beauty of existence.
Things to ponder.