Information is information as far as it goes. In today's world, there is so much we can know that there is not much left to be relevant. And the cause of it is that the world and our conception of it become more and more virtual. Everyone is out there with their opinions and views and they seem to all cancel each other out. What is left to be true?? Nothing....
How can information be representative of truth again in a world where everything and specially anything goes? Like everything is possible to be said because it has no roots. Parrot's talk at the most.
People will argue that everybody is entitled to their own truth. Well as far as each one experience in their daily life, there might be some truth in it. But about a truth all could share.
A science of real knowing. Is that possible?
I often think that if life is so mysterious and complicate to figure out, why not simplify it. Why not start with us as individuals, using our instinct as intelligence instead of the mind.
What I don't understand is why all of our assumptions of the world that surrounds us cannot be done that way. Don't we trust that we are alive and able to look at life in a different way then the one of a computer?
Man lives and learn to live on one instrument of perception and specially one he doesn't understand fully...the mind. It is like a computer that has no relation to rest of the body. It lives on its own. Well the mental part of the body, the brain is like that computer. It feeds on the energy that comes from the body but it is not always an expression of what goes on in the body. It gathers information from others before them and it can process many ideas and concepts and hypothesis that are just there unrelated to what goes on in the body that feeds it. Why is it so? Is there another way of perceiving the world we live in then the one we are so incline to?
A little conscience maybe?
Everything we need to know is within ourselves but are we ready to look for ourselves through our emotions in the eyes of our own nature or are we just afraid of what lies within and we prefer to run the same tape over and over again of what people discovered before we came to life. Is this a real life with a real knowledge of life?
Information we move around cannot be as well relevant when it is uprooted from our being. It is just a lot of blah blah filling the emptiness of the people perpetuating it. There might be a lot of fun for people to play at saying anything and I have nothing against having fun, if their world is defined by the meanings of other, then at least call it what it is: a good game. All we know as science, religion, God, has gathered enough dust through time that it would be good to question the veracity of it once in a while and making it a living knowledge again. No knowledge is finite in itself. It is a growing process with time and space, and specially new people with new realities.
Where lies the root of all knowledge? In the experience of people that through history has been inspired? In the use of their sensitivity and instinct-intelligence to see the world with curiosity and a child like perception?
Do we humans have the tools in us to see the world as it really is? If not, what's missing? Passion? Conscience? Or just a very simple way of looking at life around and in us and to just not believe blindly in believes, theories, hypothesis and corps we go on keeping alive.
