Well, here I go again. Let's see how long it lasts this time.
I'm going to try blogging again with the idea of talking about my life and thoughts for my family. So Amber, TJ, and Jonathan, this is mostly for you and your children.
It's late right now and I have an early morning, so that's all for now.
Sunday, January 01, 2017
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Futility of Knowledge
There aren't many things in life I can say I know for certain. That's a very disconcerting thought.
Certainly, I think I know what has happened to me in the past, but that knowledge is tainted by my understanding at the time. I think I know what is happening to me and my surroundings at each point in time as it passes. Again, that knowledge is filtered through the lens of my current understanding. Ironically, that lens is constantly being shaped and honed by every situation I experience and every opinion I encounter. And, we all like to plan ahead, to peer into our future and avoid painful events, to anticipate and increase the odds of pleasant experiences. All to satisfy this constant thirst to know, to have something solid to cling to. Something to quell the fear that shakes our bones and sours our stomachs. So I guess you could say the quest for knowledge is driven by the desire for stability.
Anticipation of painful events is called worry, and it rarely helps. In fact, many times it drags us down and increases the likelihood of pain. Worry is a phantom of the mind. There is no substance to it. Yes, there may have been very real voices to the echos of the past that haunt us, but the future is not the past. We cannot know the evils of the future ... there is no stability in worry.
I suppose you could call anticipation of pleasant experiences hope. That can be a good thing. With hope, we can maintain our strength in the rough patches of life. But, really, hope is only an illusion ... a mirage on the horizon. Sometimes there is substance behind the mirage, and regardless, it pulls us on through to better times. But, we cannot know the joys and riches that the future holds ... there is no stability in hope.
However, there is one piece of knowledge that every living (cogent) creature on Earth can lay claim to. We will, every one of us, cease to exist. We cannot know when, how, or even why, but we can know it.
At this point, I suppose I should acknowledge that there are those who profess to know the future. Unfortunately, they have no evidence to support this claim, and thus cannot impart that knowledge to anyone else. If I believe what someone else has told me, but which I cannot experience myself, that is not knowledge. It is belief, and I do not disregard or discredit belief. But, belief is not the same thing as knowledge.
So, in a sea of doubt, worry, apprehension, anticipation, hope, belief, and striving, will this one plank of knowledge rescue me? If the only thing I can truly know is that I will cease to exist at some time in the future, is there any help for me in that knowledge?
I don't know, and that's a very disconcerting thought.
" ... and I still haven't found what I'm looking for."
Certainly, I think I know what has happened to me in the past, but that knowledge is tainted by my understanding at the time. I think I know what is happening to me and my surroundings at each point in time as it passes. Again, that knowledge is filtered through the lens of my current understanding. Ironically, that lens is constantly being shaped and honed by every situation I experience and every opinion I encounter. And, we all like to plan ahead, to peer into our future and avoid painful events, to anticipate and increase the odds of pleasant experiences. All to satisfy this constant thirst to know, to have something solid to cling to. Something to quell the fear that shakes our bones and sours our stomachs. So I guess you could say the quest for knowledge is driven by the desire for stability.
Anticipation of painful events is called worry, and it rarely helps. In fact, many times it drags us down and increases the likelihood of pain. Worry is a phantom of the mind. There is no substance to it. Yes, there may have been very real voices to the echos of the past that haunt us, but the future is not the past. We cannot know the evils of the future ... there is no stability in worry.
I suppose you could call anticipation of pleasant experiences hope. That can be a good thing. With hope, we can maintain our strength in the rough patches of life. But, really, hope is only an illusion ... a mirage on the horizon. Sometimes there is substance behind the mirage, and regardless, it pulls us on through to better times. But, we cannot know the joys and riches that the future holds ... there is no stability in hope.
However, there is one piece of knowledge that every living (cogent) creature on Earth can lay claim to. We will, every one of us, cease to exist. We cannot know when, how, or even why, but we can know it.
At this point, I suppose I should acknowledge that there are those who profess to know the future. Unfortunately, they have no evidence to support this claim, and thus cannot impart that knowledge to anyone else. If I believe what someone else has told me, but which I cannot experience myself, that is not knowledge. It is belief, and I do not disregard or discredit belief. But, belief is not the same thing as knowledge.
So, in a sea of doubt, worry, apprehension, anticipation, hope, belief, and striving, will this one plank of knowledge rescue me? If the only thing I can truly know is that I will cease to exist at some time in the future, is there any help for me in that knowledge?
I don't know, and that's a very disconcerting thought.
" ... and I still haven't found what I'm looking for."
Sunday, June 13, 2010
The rooooaaaaddd to Hana
The Smoky Mountains have met their match! This has got to be the curviest road I've ever traveled. The guide said there are more than 460 curves in this road. Beautiful scenery however. I'll post the pictures when we get a chance to picassa. Be sure you look there!
And I have some black sand/ rocks for the lucky ones :-p
TTFN
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The Quest for Zukes
Riding the city bus to visit Zukes for Jonathan is quite an adventure. We just had to switch buses to another packed bus. I sure hope he appreciates what we're doing for him. It may cost us more to get there than we spend when we get there. Love you, Jboy. Hope you know that!
Perfect timing for a Hawaiian parade
Came down for breakfast this morning and got sidewalk seating where we can enjoy our pancakes and watch the King Kahmaeamea parade! Having a great time just relaxing.
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