A Monologue From the Undead Philosopher On Doing the Right Thing

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A Monologue From the Undead Philosopher

All of your actions contain a certain frequency, either good or bad, so your conscious efforts determine who you are. -- Mr. Nathan Lasher

We have higher concerns, and adhere to a vaster cause. -- Mr. John Duran

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Here is a monologue of mine regarding the title I've given myself, "The Undead Philosopher". You might find it interesting....

All of that we do that is not inquiring, we do to escape inquisition. We go out into the world with a social mask glued to our face. We are asked how we are, but we are not expected to speak expensively, nor in full honesty, about our true thoughts and emotions. Nay, we are mainly expected to give a very brief, "general" overview, as we go about our day, working.

We go on adventures across the globe, or at least in our country of origin; we reach achievements praised by society, and sometimes we utterly fail, in a stressful and competitive world. But we never, ever ask - what is it all good for? Maybe we only/mainly do, when we reach the ultimate peak of our life's successes...

When we begin asking this question, of what is it all good for... - to others, to ourselves - we are likely to see that this question has no answer that might satisfy us.

Are we truly willing to admit just how irrelevant we all are compared to the stars above us? As great and as proud as we are, we humans are but tiny, tiny creatures living in a tiny planet, in a vast universe, much of it lies in utter obscurity.

And, for the brave of us, it becomes an irritating, everlasting question, standing in the back of our minds, while we smile, laugh and even kiss. It seeks to resurface to our conscious mind.

All of what we do and experience whilst among the living -- not a single, long-term, satiating answer arrives to our hungry mental bellies to the question -- What is it all good for?

And thus begins the downhill, the escalation - the degradation into nothing but a mentally ill mind, burdened by lofty philosophical insights that may keep telling you, in short: That all what you did in life, was not necessarily good for anything beyond some short-term gratifications. After all, here you still are, doing things, never, ever truly satisfied.

In the absence of a good medicine, the mind deteriorates. We then receive a regular dose of pills to mentally survive in a world that appears to be an absurd existence.

Our brains then become reliant not only on hunger and apatite, but to pills as well, probably for the rest of our lives. They are there to calm and make us stable, a contra against our own deep, deep awareness, trying to resurface every single time we do not escape the philosophical inquiry.

They, the meds, do not provide the answer we are looking for; they are there to keep us away from higher states of understanding. The idea is, the more you understand, the more you might be willing to sabotage your own life, like a mad genius would.

Often, per one's understanding, per one's desire to retire from societies, and live as a hermit. That is a luxury societies might forbidden you from fully actualizing, as societies need humans to tend to offices, and make work the cornerstone of all human survival and talk.

Society doesn't want you to be that kind of brave. It doesn't want you to dare admitting truths that we are encouraged to deny.

The biggest, anti-society truth is this: That life has no meaning beyond what we choose to temporarily give it. The more you realize this, the more you might resort to hermitage, as you may realize just how fake much of the non-rectified world, really is, and thus not worth partaking in.

I take a glance at the books I have already written - and I realize, that the sense of meaningfulness, even if I’ve wrote hundreds of books, is still very, very temporary. I look at my glorious Philosocom Article Empire, and already know for myself that I am still unsatisfied.

Writing is not for those who are satisfied. Writing is for those whose passion confines them to passionate work. Thus, to write, you must admit your own lack of satisfaction. And the less you are satisfied, the more you will write, in what might appear as "a curse".

Such absurdity, that we all come into a void of nothingness, is answered by many of us indirectly and without sufficiency - through entertainment, through work, through prestige, through religion and through everything else that we convince ourselves, that this? "This" will be the thing that shall serve as the meaning of our lives; that "This" and "That" shall be our road to paradise.

Many of us do not venture deep, into a state of perceived "irrationality", nor ascend to higher ladders of mental vision, encompassing not only the planet but the universality of truth itself.

Nay. Most of us stay in the middle ground and hope not to fall into the very void that fills us all - the elephant in the room nobody likes to admit they’re here, there, and everywhere.

We have learned to ignore philosophy and deem it esoteric, despite philosophy being the origin of ALL research.

If we want to inspect it more deeply, we might be told to take our meds and to seek the help of psychologists. Even if the intention of such advice is good, it won't necessarily negate the fact that this reality might be experienced as utterly absurd by default, at least by some of us.

Let us be honest for a change - meaning has no presence in our surroundings; it is merely a projection from our minds towards said surroundings. It is an illusion we either associate or dis-associate with what we currently see ourselves as.

Meaning is an abstract label, a categorization, a stereotype; a quick excuse to apply, so we will be able to continue functioning in our daily lives, or else, alas, we would be even more deteriorated than we already are.

Some put a fake façade of joyfulness while they reach a state of prestige and wealth, and then die, never entirely coming into terms with the deeper truths of this reality.

But I - I have chose to remain "undead" while alive, for I already know that my mental hunger, similar to that of a zombie, will never, ever entirely come into full satisfaction.

Even if I am to do something exciting, the excitement shall deteriorate eventually, and the thing whom I’ve seen in a very joyous perspective, looks now so dull, boring and mundane.

I thus see no other option, but asceticism, for the answer which I seek has no scientific foothold, nor can be answered by science. It could only be answered through emotion and intuition.

However, since emotion is not a reliable asset to achieve logical optimality. Emotion is always a source of bias that keeps one close to one thing but far from others -- it should be discarded when indulging in such affairs.

Emotion is but a rollercoaster - never persistent, nor methodological, nor keeps up with the info provided, and, thus, non-objective.

Can an emotional reaction help me answer the question of: What is it all good for? Nay, because the emotion is always changing, and with each change of emotion, each change of answer shall occur.

Thus, the answer is always... always... temporary. As temporary as life itself, as temporary as godly nectar of love. It is always, always what I choose to make of it, in the present time.

That is even though, of course, the question whose answer I seek is objective by its nature....

Answering an objective question with a subjective answer is equivalent to shooting a target with a schnitzel instead of an arrow: not only are you probably not going to hit the target you wish to hit, but it is also a waste of good resources that can and should otherwise be used for other purposes.

I thus am not afraid to admit that I live in a mindset of a man in his pension years -- a life of post-purpose. I have done most of everything I wished to do in my unique life, and that’s quite a lot at this point.

True satisfaction will never be reached, for my desire is World Rectification. What is the point of rectifying a world that will never be fully rectified?

The answer is simple: The answer is: Rectifying is the right thing to do. And since this world will never be entirely rectified, then rectifying will ALWAYS be the right thing to do.

Therefore, to answer the question of "What is it all good for", the answer is: It is all good for doing the right thing, always.

Therefore, the question of "What is it all good for" cannot discard ethics, and specifically, all the ethical reasoning that are about what is always the right thing to do.

I find rectification best done as the master of Philosocom, where I can help and inspire many, while resting from what makes me so tired: The non-rectified world, or the world we all live in.

Thus, doing the right thing, every single time, justifies life itself. All life is good for, is good for doing the right thing.

And what other thing is good and well, then rectifying the planet itself, while I get to rest and sleep for the sake of my health?

May we all descend deeper into the depths of the earth without losing the rope that connects us to the world above. After all, we need the non-rectified world, in order to survive and to buy bread, water, coffee and, sometimes, beer, as well.

Thank you for reading thus far. Feel free to share if you have found this article to be insightful to you.