May 8th, 2010
Nothing so conclusively
proves the radical difference between our human
and animal nature, as the capacity of the human mind to entertain
speculations in regard to itself. This is the self-referencing
perceptive state known as
Consciousness.
Beliefs are tools
for creating desired effects.
To fully realize this is to face a terrible freedom
in which Nothing is True and Everything is Permitted,
which is to say that everything is possible, there are no certainties,
and the consequences can be ghastly. The purpose of finding meaning in Life
is to create beliefs by acting as though such beliefs were true; you Fake it till you Make
it, to obtain the power that a belief can provide. Afterwards, if you have any sense,
you will laugh it off. Laughter seems to be the only defence against the
realisation that one does not even have a real self. The only
Eternal Truth is that, “Life is but a dream
and we are the imagination
of ourselves.”
The real awesomeness
lies in the range of things we can discover
ourselves capable of, even if we may temporarily have
to believe the effects are due to something else, in order to be
able to create them. The gods are dead. Long live the gods. Magic appeals
to those with a great deal of fertile imagination coupled with a strong suspicion that
both reality and human condition have a game-like quality. The game is open
ended, and plays itself for amusement. Players can make up their own
rules to some extent, and cheat by using parapsychology if desired.
It takes only the acceptance of a single belief to make someone
a magician. It is the meta-belief that belief is a tool
for achieving effects. Thank Chaos we
shall never exhaust it.
