since I’ve done a solid rambling. So here goes:
No one is listening. People are tweeting on their phones, people are talking over each other, so eager to spew their brilliance that no one is listening. Do we know how to have a conversation anymore? We have so many ways to communicate but no message is being said, no message is being heard. If someone shares a brilliant idea but you’re too busy formulating your own brilliant idea – does any brilliant idea get heard? No – the brilliant ideas don’t even exist. (This is also my answer to the tree falling in the woods question.) We all have this need to reformulate ideas into our own words.
Sometimes I listen to people debate in a conversation, only to realize they’re very much in agreement, but the conversation has taken on an argumentative, competitive tone. Everyone wants to take ownership of an idea. We want to process it, the way we can. We are the center of every idea. Our perception and definition of it. There is no collective meaning to anything. Everyone has an opinion. (Yes, I see the hypocrisy (?) of me publicly blogging about this – but I’ll reinforce the fact that I have always said Talking With Myself is for me, not you.)
What would be an act of 21st century civil disobedience? Humility? Silence?
Silence is so often viewed as a negative thing. Not having a voice is equated to powerlessness. But it’s not the act of voice that is powerful, it’s the act of choice. Silence can have extreme power – the silent treatment, the quietness of solitude/meditation. Silence can be powerful, assuming it’s not being oppressively forced on you. Silence is powerful assuming it’s your choice to be silent.
The meaning of life? It’s somewhere in the idea of the act of choice.
I’ve always wanted to do a performance art piece where I was silent for a month. No doubt, I would enjoy it and probably just choose to keep my mouth shut from then on. But I’m not a performance artist so I never will. But then that just gets me thinking about joining up with some religious sect like monks or nuns and taking a vow of silence. (Makes me think of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close’s mute guy and all the writing/scribbles. That was pretty good.)
It’s hard to see anything from another perspective – how often do we have conversation/dialogue where we have no agenda, where we don’t have a stake in it, where we’re willing to be ignorant and curious and patiently await information?
Is there something negative about individuality? How come we’re so quick not to identify with the crowd? We are all unique flowers – which means we are all the same.
I think silence could have a really strong effect because you’re forced to listen. Your attention is focused. When was the last time you listened – knowing you weren’t going to have to say anything?
What would provoke change? Who decides the status quo?
How do you shake people? Through fear or happiness. When presented with those two options, most people would try to go the happiness route — but that’s harder. People are naturally resistant, naturally anti-change, so how do you make them feel happy while doing it? How do you make that experience fun? One way is social approval via friends and loved ones, it could make the personal feel personal satisfaction, financial incentive, external praise and accolades, what else?
How do you change someone else’s lifestyle? You can’t so much change it as you can affect it. Change is internal, it’s individual.
It’s frustrating to watch my ideas flourish at the hands of other people. Wait – shouldn’t I be more excited that these ideas have come to fruition? That other people, more qualified people are passionate about the same things? That they think in the same way? Why do I have to do it? There’s that unnecessary need for individuality again.
Something about that idea of individuality is tied directly to the idea of recognition.
Language is extremely powerful. The concept of collective conscience could so easily be perceived as a great thing or a really bad thing.
The meaning of life? It has something to do with language.
Everything is on a spectrum. (Is it linear or circular?) And that might be the meaning of life.