Friday, March 25, 2005

Human daily idiocy

Why do we do, what we do? Why do we believe, what we believe? Many actions of daily life are so deeply embedded in our personalities, that normally we would never even remotely have the idea to question them, even though so many of our actions are - objectively - completely ridiculous.

Why do we mow the lawn? Why do we iron clothes? Why do women shave their armpits and legs? Why do people believe in Sta. Claus? It doesn't help that most of such strange beliefs and behaviors can be easily traced back to inventions, often as part of marketing campaigns. The purpose of brainwashing whole generations of women into believing that shaving their legs is a vital acitivity was and is: selling shavers. The purpose of dressing Sta. Claus in the corporate colors of Coca Cola was: selling Coca Cola. Who is behind ironing? The utility industry selling the electricity for these totally unnecessary power gobbling devices? I don't know, but I have the intense feeling mankind really wastes its time almost entirely with utter pointlessness.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Freedom to fail

I am thinking... freedom is a complete illusion altogether. Unless one finds it in the Buddhist sense. Or the other extreme would be to be a psychopath. But in general... Life seems to largely consist of demands from the outside and of actions that we think we decide ourselves but in fact they are a result of our being manipulated or of peer pressure. Like ironing the clothes (what the hell is that good for? How many millions of tons of CO2 and exhaust are blown into the air for...well...for what?). Like mowing the lawn (same, same). Like cleaning the windows, shaving the legs (a nice article here - it is all business), etc. Gene Roddenberry allegedly said TV was invented to manipulate women. If we count the number of plastic bottles full of obnoxious chemicals in the average bathroom...well... looks like that was the most dramatically succesfull marketing scheme ever!

Sigh.

I am looking out of the window, and five airplanes are trailing across the blue, blue sky... Not even airplanes are free. Freedom was lost on this planet. Except for a few Penguins in Antarctica...

Nothing of this is overly new, is it? Nothing of this is overly creative.

I suddenly feel the big burden of failure on my shoulders again. I suddenly have the intense feeling, the whole series of projects I am working on is prone to fail. And I, once again, will have totally wasted my time and effort. Who cares about the lonely thinkers of this world. Who cares about finding solutions to real problems? Who in the world of power and business?

Monday, January 17, 2005

The hole in the soul

Collectors and addicts are people with a hole in their soul. They try to fill the hole with things or substances, but naturally it all falls through. Their pathologic answer is to throw ever more into this hole that never fills up, until finally they themselves fall in.