On an infinite timeline, the world is perfectly fair. Everything will happen to everyone, and every combination of up and down and positional possibility will come to pass. Krishna was right, sure.
But you probably won't remember the times when you were you, when all of the atoms that have ever been you are swallowed by the heart of the galaxy. and everything that you ever were finds new life as the other side of the event horizon. The abstract realisation of your former godhood will not comfort you as starve to death in a Missouri gutter. There will be no identification, then, with all you are, now. Not unless you strive, now.
As lots of people have noted, we're here for a pretty short time, all things considered. Longer than some things, but far less long than others. We certainly no Sequoiadendron giganteum or Turritopsis Nutricula or Pinus longaeva. We're here for like, 100 years, max, barring Daoist sage outliers, so we have only a very few options on that whole "universal harmony" thing.
One of them is to, as previously discussed, express every possible iteration of self we can think of, and explore them all as fully as possible, knowing that it'll all even out in the wash. Another is to say "fuck that" and find whatever it is that we want, whenever we want it. (These two aren't so different; it's mostly just a matter of intent.) Another, though, is to try to figure out what it is that we will become, what everyone else is trying to be, and why we're any of us doing what we're doing.
And then help.
I mean, with 100ish years to live, and most likely all of it on this ball of rock, ice, dirt, water, fire, and air orbiting a precariously balanced path around a nuclear reactor in one of the weirdest collections of parts in the known universe, why would we spend our time making things shittier for each other?
You're probably never going to see a fair world in any way that means anything to you. When it's fair, you won't be this you who remembers the unfairness, you won't know why "fairness" means what it means. It'll just be life, existence, and "you" will just be the atoms in everything, everywhere, again. And maybe you'll look out from inside, ad inside from outside, and you'll see yourselves and everything that you've become and you'll say, "Good Work, Us; Glad We Finally Got There."
But maybe not. We don't know. In the meantime, there's something we do know for sure, and it's that this world can be a big old bag of shit, some days. You KNOW this. You've seen it, you've felt it, you've DONE it. This world is crap, some days, and unfair every day, so why would you perpetuate that? Why wouldn't we just try to be kind?
Gravity works, I promise. No need to keep checking the experiment to make sure that shit rolls downhill--left to its own devices, it Totally will. You might be better off building some kind of ramp, or a waste disposal system, or a way to turn shit into non-polluting biofuels and convert the kinetic and potential energies of its tipping and rolling into free energy for everyone.
People, let me tell you, the world ain't "fair," and it ain't "nice." And with that attitude, it never will be.
Back to work.
But you probably won't remember the times when you were you, when all of the atoms that have ever been you are swallowed by the heart of the galaxy. and everything that you ever were finds new life as the other side of the event horizon. The abstract realisation of your former godhood will not comfort you as starve to death in a Missouri gutter. There will be no identification, then, with all you are, now. Not unless you strive, now.
As lots of people have noted, we're here for a pretty short time, all things considered. Longer than some things, but far less long than others. We certainly no Sequoiadendron giganteum or Turritopsis Nutricula or Pinus longaeva. We're here for like, 100 years, max, barring Daoist sage outliers, so we have only a very few options on that whole "universal harmony" thing.
One of them is to, as previously discussed, express every possible iteration of self we can think of, and explore them all as fully as possible, knowing that it'll all even out in the wash. Another is to say "fuck that" and find whatever it is that we want, whenever we want it. (These two aren't so different; it's mostly just a matter of intent.) Another, though, is to try to figure out what it is that we will become, what everyone else is trying to be, and why we're any of us doing what we're doing.
And then help.
I mean, with 100ish years to live, and most likely all of it on this ball of rock, ice, dirt, water, fire, and air orbiting a precariously balanced path around a nuclear reactor in one of the weirdest collections of parts in the known universe, why would we spend our time making things shittier for each other?
You're probably never going to see a fair world in any way that means anything to you. When it's fair, you won't be this you who remembers the unfairness, you won't know why "fairness" means what it means. It'll just be life, existence, and "you" will just be the atoms in everything, everywhere, again. And maybe you'll look out from inside, ad inside from outside, and you'll see yourselves and everything that you've become and you'll say, "Good Work, Us; Glad We Finally Got There."
But maybe not. We don't know. In the meantime, there's something we do know for sure, and it's that this world can be a big old bag of shit, some days. You KNOW this. You've seen it, you've felt it, you've DONE it. This world is crap, some days, and unfair every day, so why would you perpetuate that? Why wouldn't we just try to be kind?
Gravity works, I promise. No need to keep checking the experiment to make sure that shit rolls downhill--left to its own devices, it Totally will. You might be better off building some kind of ramp, or a waste disposal system, or a way to turn shit into non-polluting biofuels and convert the kinetic and potential energies of its tipping and rolling into free energy for everyone.
People, let me tell you, the world ain't "fair," and it ain't "nice." And with that attitude, it never will be.
Back to work.