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In The Question Concerning Technology Heidegger ponders a hydroelectric plant that is set into the current of the Rhine river. Heidegger describes how our harnessing and use of natural force has removed us from nature in a bold and terrifying new way. The Rhine stops being a river and becomes a power supply, its being, a concept Heidegger wrote extensively on, changes and becomes dualistic; there is in one instance The Rhine river; dammed up and providing an on demand service, and there is also The Rhine river of great art and poetry. Heidegger compares this example of modern technology with the archaic technology of the windmill, a less aggressive harnessing of much more obvious natural force. The problem that Heidegger seems to find in this, and the reason he refers to it as a monstrosity is the psychological effect it has upon humanity; no longer are we genius opportunists of nature, it seems as though, in some instances, nature is at our command to provide us with the necessities of modern life that we can take, transform store up and distribute, consumers to the end. This carries over to all sorts of industry, the earth can only be reaped for so long.

On this premise Heidegger arrives at some unfortunate truths, i collected some sound-bites which seem aptly true for today, quoted as follows.

`Everywhere we remain unfree and chained to technology, whether we passionately affirm or deny it. But we are delivered over to it in the worst possible way when we regard it as something neutral`

`Meanwhile man, precisely as the one so threatened, exalts himself to the posture of lord of the earth. In this way the impression comes to prevail that everything man encounters exists only insofar as it is his construct`

`The threat to man does not come in the first instance from the potentially lethal machines and apparatus of technology. The actual threat has already affected man in his essence. The rule of Enframing threatens man with the possibility that it could be denied to him to enter into a more original revealing and hence to experience the call of a more primal truth`

`Sometimes it seems as if modern humanity were rushing headlong towards this goal of producing itself technologically. If humanity achieves this, it will have exploded itself, i.e. its essence qua subjectivity, into thin air, into a region where the absolutely meaningless is valued as the one and only ‘meaning’ and where preserving this value appears as the human ‘domination’ of the globe.`

I think this applies quite deeply and profoundly to our current age, especially that last quote, of the current state of technology. We created in order to connect to one another but on reflection i feel that we have only distanced ourselves. In Charlie Chaplins `The Great Dictator` he gives the greatest cinematographic speech i think i have ever heard. Chaplin warns us that knowledge has made us cynical, the earths provision has left us greedy, he warns that we think too much and feel too little and whilst humanity always ought to be the goal of the day, it is not. This was especially true in Chaplins day as Modernism was in full swing (the film is a parody of Hitlers regime and so lends itself to this) but it is a message of universal worth and of relevance today.

Technology has brought us to an age of information, in which one could, if so inclined, spend ones days using the internet as an educational tool to learn everything and anything, however in all this information we lose what is truly important; interpreting, analyzing and critiquing in a manner that is correct.A great example of this is the New Atheism, that so often expresses horror at the morality of ancient holy texts, they seem to gather their information but fail to understand that it must be interpreted and analysed in its proper context, that of an ancient, `uncivilized` culture which is probably more estranged to us today than any other.

It is also true that technological growth is unsustainable, with the slow realization, acceptance and terror of peak oil, we can no longer produce machines and computers that practically run our daily lives, unless there is an intervention of some genius. It is not just fuel however, because without oil we cannot reproduce technology (cars, tractors, computers, e.t.c) it effects everything. We are dependent on technology and technology is dependent on unsustainable resources . The attitude i perceive of those who have the power to cause change and enact a long-term strategy just do not seem to care, it is the manifestation of nihilism, and this is where we are in widespread popular culture. If you look at the London `riots` you understand that they were utterly meaningless and had no statement to make other than `we do not believe`. Normally a riot is caused by indignation, in this case for some it may have been an experience, others an opportunity but what took place points towards a passive nihilistic condition caused in my opinion by the modern veneration, or mutation, of capitalism.

So i`m running low on energy now, but my whats my point? For those few of you who will ever read, care or take notice is that our ever extending goal of recreating and extending ourselves, ontologically, through technology will end us in a fix. It may be that we end in the kind of crisis that the holocaust presented for modernism. That we will be forced to reassess and enact yet another cultural change when the realization that we have once again failed ourselves, our dreams and goals and ultimately, just as every age and generation before us, we have no ultimate solution, no grand unifying theory and just as history repeats itself, another age and another generation will be waiting to play out their experiment in the world. It seems surprising that some people may find just cause in history to continue in this way; progress by humanity. So perhaps, as i propose, we stop looking inwardly to ourselves for an answer and accept that actually, what we do, what we have done and have been doing, that it does not work.

 

I read a few witty blogs in support of a `wikihow` entry on dealing with an existential crisis and in my own personal opinion, its another instance of pseudo-intellectual crap that seems to be splattering left right and centre these days which has lost its sense of aim and just kind of gets sprayed everywhere. 

Anywho, lets look at the `how to` guide of dealing with an existential crisis. 

Step 1: recognize your having an existential crisis 

Ok, all fairly good so far

Step 2: Choose the meaning for your life!

Right, seems a bit flowery to me, however they give four different methods you can adopt to find a way to choose meaning for your life. 

Isolation: Dismiss all upsetting or negative thoughts and feelings from your consciousness and actively deny them.

 

Anchoring: Combat feelings of isolation by “anchoring” your consciousness to fixed values or ideals, such as “God, the Church, the State, morality, fate, the laws of life, the people, the future.” Focusing your attention on these things (whether you support or contradict them) can help you feel like your consciousness is not adrift, or as Zapffe said, build “walls around the liquid fray of consciousness.”

 

Distraction: Keep your thoughts from turning to distressing ideas by filling your life with distractions. Focus all your energy on a hobby, project, job, or other outlet that can consume your thoughts.

 

Sublimation: Refocus your energy toward positive creative outlets, such as music, art, literature, or any other activity that you find allows you to express yourself.

The first one is just plain denial, this kind of thinking is not recommended, firstly your negatives are just as much as part of life as your positives and ought to be embraced, secondly, feeling comfortable with your negatives is one of the main things that makes you grounded and not one of these anti-depressant dependent unrealistically happy annoying people who bounce around not letting the bad things touch them because `they`re stronger than that`, no they`re just further distancing themselves from their reality and one day they will have to crash, its about damage control. 

I have not gripe with the second one, except for the relativist. Truth is truth and it is absolute, if its not then in the end we may as well kill ourselves now because without absolute truth, and therefore meaning, there really is no point, but absolute truth is not mind up in our minds alone so whichever post you hitch your faith to, make sure your in good company, if your fellow sojourners are wearing tin-foil hats, drawing on the walls or dont eat meat, then you can be fairly sure you need to get out!

Distraction is escapism from reality, and soon enough real reality will catch up when you realise you cant live in a world where magic exists or people plug themselves into trees, the ground or flying horses. Dont fill your life with distractions. Instead empty your life of all the stuff that instinctively turns your body into a puddle of subliminal goo, dont watch the news, it will only make you scared. Don`t watch soaps, its not real life, Read and walk and think deep, do things that force you to face yourself every day and finally become comfortable in your own presence, in silence. 

Sublimination, again i have no real issue, but if your existential crisis is deep enough, a searing sense of futility will hit you and your creative sponge will be dry, dont run away from that but accept it, it may come back. 

Those are apparently the main steps, however there are more side notes, some are as thus:

Step 6: Don’t be afraid to make up your own rules. 

Yes, do be afraid, if your make your own rules up, you can bet you`ll end in the same funk that you started in. Life cannot be lived according to the rules you make up, society does not function like that and if your ideologies  are not thoroughly sustainable in all areas, especially your lifestyle then, once again, you`ll be back to square one, Dont make your own rules up, decide on your principles, but dont contradict yourself by thinking of yourself as your highest point of reference, it wont work because as humans we are stupid and egotistic. This also directly contradictions point twelve, which tells us not to harm anyone else. 

Amongst other monikers are `clean your room`, `drink filtered water` and `dont be afraid`. 

So if i may i sum this guide out of crisis in a sentence: empty procession of sound good but inherently meaningless aphoristic feel-gooderies designed to lull you into believing that positive thinking can save you from yourself but will drive you into some schizophrenic mania where you lose your real self and people wont like you. 

So, here is my solution: 

Live up to it! Be strong and face yourself head on, accept the meaninglessness of the world and decide whether you think its better to live than die and then do, get back to nature, there is not step by step guide to happiness, hell happiness is pointless, it is but a superficial emotion caused by external circumstances. If you can condition your heart and internal being to joy, then you may be able to face anything. Understand that trying to find meaning in stuff will kill you. 
 

 

 

From the moment your born, roll on death.

Alcoholics Unsatisfied sit round in a circle,
soft acquitting eyes passively flow in direction
left and right, never direct nor convicting
always looking out but focused on the void inside.

The moment you step, doomed to fall

Your childhood you say, you weren’t breastfed
Daddy used to drink, its in the blood
the bloody horror that shook the house down
now stands at the door, dormant and waiting

From the moment you speak, its already over.

The excuses rolled out like sludge about you
And your running on empty, just fumes, exhale
Breathe in shame, disgust and self-loathing
These places always polluted with that smell

From the moment you kiss, you know you`ve lost something

Sit, relax, help yourself to a drink
Plastic cups, plastic chairs, plastic coffee
your marrow may be exposed
but rest assured we, the faceless, nameless few, are here to help.

From the moment you drink, your released.

Ishmael Run; So begins the Journey.

Thoughts lead thusly; there is no death, only the fulfilment of purpose. We live relatively long and for that period of being and becoming  we mostly find a petty meaning for ourselves but in this we stand wrongly. This is a sick joke we are involved in, there is a dark underlying purpose that eventually swallows us all into the ground to become a part of something monumental; the compilation of events known as history.

I am no cynic, and neither am I depressed, ashamed or even slightly darkened by this thought, on the contrary it is this knowledge that allows me to live. Without such inspiration life would be empty, totally and utterly discredited. Because there is enlightenment, to know the meaning to life as it is to end it, there may be ease within the world and no pitfalls of delusion or false hopes to fall into. I need not to push beyond myself or anyone else, I have no reason to attend to anything, is this a freedom?

Although, do not listen or take heed too much of what i have to say, we are afterall only the blind leading the blind

The knack of evolution has been lost in a flurry of Televisions, computers, fast food, consumer complexes, all devices to steal the process of thought and create an illusion of contentment.

this is no revolution.

But who am i? Who am I to comment so boldly on the degradation of man and lay out the pathway to salvation? Well, in truth I am no one. No one particularly adverse in anything at all, I simply exist. Like the underground man, I was spiritually sick and that sickness drove my spirit to death, and now  I am free!  I am enlightened and my burden is lighter for it, but if the truth is to be told there is nothing special about me. It is the conclusion of a lifetime that anyone could come to, before my eyes were opened, I knew nothing. Now, I know I knew nothing and I now know I still know nothing since it is simple; there really is nothing to know. Since everything you know you only think you know, why think of it? And this is the trouble with our current state of existence; we are duped into believing there is something to know and something to gain through the advancement of knowledge when really, it is to no gain to gain knowledge. They say knowledge is power but, the trick my friends, is that knowledge is a pack of wolves dressed in snowy coats. People who are in the know are so sure of themselves that nothing else could be right, people in the know believe their words are powerful, how wrong they are. You may say knowledge is power because those who have the knowledge to build bombs are powerful, they are powerful ideas and powerful Ideas are stolen by nations for their own purpose and gain. It is not knowledge, but resource. However if all these intellectualls are wrong, how even more wrong we are for elevating them on pedestals! Those who know believe their vast knowledge amounts to something but in truth brothers, it leads to nothing since we all share the same inevitable fate. Some may talk about how those who are wise or those who know, live a life that matters, a life with substance, but unless they abandon their meaning of, and the importance they place on knowledge they will never live a life of substance. If the world is based upon paradox, then it is in nothing that the substance of true life is. That is half the point in life, right? To find meaning and truth and all that guru fulfilment crap we have shouted at us from every corner, but I speak logical sense brothers when I say that the world is corrupt, and due to its self inflicted corruption you can trust nothing that comes from it. Because of the nature of truth, truth is something that can be portrayed through lies and so continues the pattern of the paradox, in that way a misanthrope does more for humanity than the praised philanthropist.

Something we must all look into at one stage or another on this terminal walk called life is who are these fellow pilgrims? The drunks, the smackheads, the dropouts, the insane, the depressed, the clinical, the lost and beyond, the type of people who colour life with variety. Just where are they? Those who have overcome life and succeeded its brutal shapes, forms and sizes. It is something everyone ought to ask and they are a people whom everyone ought to seek out.

 indulge me and let me tell you a story of something I knew once.

An untimely death

I met with something remarkable today, an experience I have not to this moment known, I fear it has crashed like a meteor into my brain and will leave its weighty crater for some time to come. I witnessed the death of a young man; an untimely death. The fulfilment of his journey caused by his own actions and now, where is he? He exists in memories, he exists in my memory. He has handed his existence over to me and I must choose what to do with it; whether to discard it and have him lost in the shadows or whether to create something of significance to him and he will rest in the illuminated paths of history? If I discard him he will continue in another memory, in a number of other memories I’m sure but to me, he will be dead and no one will see or know him ever again, what anyone else might think of him, is by definition, meaningless to me.

My memory of him is this; as a blur of colour and heightened emotion he rain past me on the platform at Waterloo underground, I barely caught his face except for a piercing glimpse of his eyes. Dressed in bohemian colours he was there and like the most eloquent dancer he jumped with glory, his legs bent back and up, his arms raised to praise his fate and then he was gone. Replaced with a loud crashing thunderous echo and flashes of red and white, red and white and then, everything was gone, all was calm on Waterloo underground. Everyone seemed amazed, people around me covered their faces in their hands, or hid their eyes, I could not stop gazing at the spot from which he made his final leap into a state of conclusion. That was it though, he was concluded and everything he may have ever worked for, lived through or experienced was concluded in those final moments; the most magnificent and pulchritudinous thing i, or anyone of us could ever only watch, performed by the greatest actor of our lives.

You see my comrades, the truth is the greatest theatrical shows are those that make an impression, the ones that take a lifetime to forget, and witnessing a death so splendidly done is something no memory, no matter how much amount of intoxication or denial would ever erase. To attempt to destroy that memory is to dishonour the greatest person one never met, or possibly did. Those of us who understand the meaning in life also understand that those who conclude life on their own terms and by their own means are martyrs, the martyrs of life who are usually all too readily forgotten. You will find plaques and statues commemorating those who died to save the ungrateful masses, or died to save their motherland; a more noble, albeit pointless cause. To those who die for the cause that life has become unbearable because society has pushed them to the edges of high cliffs and gently, tenderly, lovingly lowered them down to be smashed against the rocks by the rising tide; well, where is their remembrance? We will engrave the names of those who we sent to be murdered into the pages of history, but when it comes to those we murder ourselves? Well I think those are the ones who we would rather sooner forget out of guilt because they are the evidence of our failures.

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