Chasm of Color

The worst thing of us all is that we refuse to believe that we are only biology.  Granted, our current definition and concept of biology may be limited, but that does not mean that it isn't still what runs this place.  Hira Ratan Manek is alleged to be able to sustain himself completely by the rays of the sun.  No food.  Just water and the sun (and an occasional cup of tea, from what I understand).  Now, let's assume that this is real truth.  The fact that a task was accomplished which cannot be explained by current science is not a failing of that task, but of the science that seeks to define it.  It does not mean that the task can not be, but that science must apparently be expanded in order to accommodate the very observed notion that the task in fact, IS.

I wonder at times if Satan knows he is the devil?

We are all compelled by varying but ultimately equal forces (the net measure of influential forces involved is "decision" which occurs only in units of one since you cannot make two decisions about one single choice).
  
 So what I wonder is if people always assume that their decision is the right one at any given moment.  The word "right" may be argued, but that is inconsequential.  People may say, "Well, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time."  This statement can never be false.  Even if a person describes a decision process as feeling wrong even as they were going through it, the fact that they ultimately made one choice only means they decided in one direction only, and it is antithetical to human nature to choose damage (this is why suicide is so abhorrent to society, which should probably abhor the person who is so non-functioning in their societal demand that they feel it is a good idea to end things).  Actually, let me add to that parenthetical note I just made.  Most people who try to suicide themselves but end up surviving say that even while they were falling into the abyss, they were thinking "this is the wrong decision."  For more on this subject, look up the studies about people who survived suicide attempts from the Golden Gate Bridge.  Only a tiny percentage of them ever return to try to finish the job. I guess that isn't a true statement though.  The act of jumping was the right decision.  In retrospect, it may not have been the most beneficial decision, but it had to have been the right decision, or else it would not have been made by that person.  In any case, this is all just meandering around a general idea.  Not really important to anyone other than myself.

I don't much regret choices.  I don't much think that I've made a few bad turns.  The problem is when you extrapolate a current path based on your previous navigational decisions and try to orient yourself to the anticipated route.  This is when you realize that you are a slave to your biology.  You are universally compelled into making a million tiny decisions at every moment.

Let's take a person with a wheat gluten allergy as an example.  They have the allergy, but it isn't severe enough to kill them.  They maybe just break out a little bit, or have an upset stomach.  Every now and then, this person will decide that these discomforts are worth the treat.  The problem is, you aren't just deciding to have a rough night in the bathroom and a sudden need for more makeup.  You're also dealing with the discomforts of the depressed self esteem resulting from the complexion issues.  The ultimate damage to your internal organs from the flood of long absent insulin and other biochemicals that will be released.  The decreased motivation and drive to do important things that results from the low self esteem and inner malaise.  Hell, you're even dealing with the possibility that you'll find yourself stuck in the bathroom at an inopportune time.  Maybe this is the night that the new girlfriend feels comfortable enough to want to spend the night.  Maybe this is the night that you are the victim of a home invasion.  Who knows?  How ready can you really be for these things?  Not much, as far as I see it.

People assume that they are meant to live forever.  This is why we fight so adamantly against things like cancer and whatnot.  The funny irony here is that most of these cancers are caused so very easily by us, but cannot as easily be fixed.  Combine our generally damaging diet with the definitely toxic environment we live in daily (air, water, stress), and you don't have much of an argument for genetics.  Not that it matters, since there is no way to say whether you picked up your cancer somewhere along the family tree, or from the pesticides that lace the orange grove that you visit every year.  The point is, not every person who was ever born needs to never die.  Death is the ultimate proof of biological finality.  At some point, the puzzle falls apart and the pieces just won't fit together anymore.  What happens when we "beat" cancer?  Then there is no longer this tremendous limiting factor supplied to our population.  When the earth failed to keep our numbers in check, we decided to proliferate cancer.  Maybe we didn't do it consciously, but don't forget that we are all just stardust.  We are compelled by biology.  We are compelled by forces that appear to favor biological necessity or convenience.  Maybe we don't need to eat, but that it's just an easier way to keep moving than it is to stare at the sun for hours on end every day.  After we "cure" cancer, then we'll move on to the next thing, and the next thing after that until finally we've got so many people living for so long at a time that we can't make enough food, and the skies are so full of our byproducts that we can't see the sun either.  At this point, Cosmos pushes restart and we all starve to death.

In different places, I have different names, but that does not change who I am.  It also does not change the fact that I am an unending drill pointed at the heart of the Earth.  Someday you will all bask in the glow of warm molten rocks while I become one with them and create a light that engulfs all suns and consumes all black holes.