How do we look at reality? No doubt that question would not be answered the same from person to person. It may send many people into a Descartes like ontological crisis. Focusing on the question too heavily may cause us all to believe that our reality is being manipulated by demonic monkey creatures. My response to our determination of reality: sedation. How many people do you know study philosophy? How many of them only read ideals that align with their own (myself included)? Some of us look for answers, and some avoid acknowledging the question altogether. To one extent or another we take hold of a vice that better soothes the headache of our lack of understanding. In our course in life, relationship problems, family struggles. Even the most intelligent of us can't answer the questions that plaque our lives. We drink, smoke, fuck, some throw themselves in religion, devolve to forget. We all self-medicate or refuse to think of it in the first place. Growth is acknowledgement. But sedation is too fun. It takes us back to a childlike state. No care in the world. Our worries dissipate for a moment in time. It may sound grim, but I argue that this distraction is the only thing that keeps us from throwing our selves off of a building. The sedation keeps us from acknowledging the call to the void(s). Even things that are good for us are a sedation. We need our distractions or the intellectual beings that examine our understanding wouldn't make it much further from where they began their studies. Intellect is holding knowledge and knowing how to suppress it's reality. In an essence, throw yourself into philosophy and keep a vice to allow momentary ignorance to its implication.
Lyrics from sedated (a song that is very accurate to our societal beliefs):
Just a little rush, babe To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me Just a little hush, babe Our veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy Any way to distract and sedate Adding shadows to the walls of the cave
You and I nursing on a poison that never stung Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it Somewhere for this, death and guns We are deaf, we are numb Free and young and we can feel none of it
Something isn't right, babe I keep catching little words but the meaning's thin I'm somewhere outside my life, babe I keep scratching but somehow I can't get in
So we're slaves to any semblance of touch Lord we should quit but we love it too much
Sedated we're nursing on a poison that never stung Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it Somewhere for this, death and guns We are deaf, we are numb Free and young and we can feel none of it
Darlin', don't you, stand there watching, won't you Come and save me from it Darlin', don't you, join in, you're supposed to Drag me away from it
Any way to distract and sedate Adding shadows to the walls of the cave
You and I nursing on a poison that never stung Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it Somewhere for this, death and guns We are deaf, we are numb Free and young and we can feel none of it
Sedated we're nursing on a poison that never stung Our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it Somewhere for this, death and guns We are deaf, we are numb Free and young and we can feel none of it
P.S. Sorry Julia I know you don't like Hozier ;)
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