We are all mad here--some of us just hide it better than others as we express our particular brand of madness daily. Consider the employee who obsessively arranges their desk, unable to leave until every item sits in perfect alignment--a subtle manifestation of obsessive-compulsive tendencies. Or think about our morning rituals: how we look before we go to work in the morning? Consumed by our appearance? Yet hardly anyone notices, too preoccupied with their own reflections--a universal narcissism we all share. How many times have you thought other people were looking at you, talking about you, thinking bad thoughts about you, etc.? when in reality, they’re trapped in the same paranoid cycle of self-consciousness. We are all “crazy,” but the spectrum of “crazy” varies. In an age where sanity is measured by how well one conforms to collective delusions, perhaps true madness lies in seeing things as they really are. These musings, extracted from my digital stream of consciousness, are neither complaints nor revelations --they are simply observations from someone who has learned to embrace the absurdity of existence. Some will nod in recognition, others will shake their heads in disagreement, and many will question my grip on reality. But isn’t that the perfect metaphor for consciousness itself? After all, if we’re all viewing reality through our own cracked lenses, who’s to say which distortion is the correct one? below are some musings from an (in)sane mind.
- Power corrupts equally as weakness. Only few people grow to become powerful while a lot grow to become weak. Weakness stems out of jealousy, rage, poor intolerance and resentment. You meet a lot more weak people than powerful people daily.
- Hate and spite are nature’s most perfect energy sources. Endlessly renewable.
- People outside the fence acting as if they are members of the family. I hate that.
- To argue with a man who has renounced the use and authority of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead, or endeavoring to make a theist reason logically?
- At the bottom, you’re resented. At the middle, you’re ignored. At the top, you’re hated. You really can’t be bothered about what humans think because they don’t even know what’s on their minds at any given moment in time.
- I have never thought of myself as having all the time in the world, which is why I am trying to use and elongate my time here on earth as much as possible. Time is in a race against me.
- There are about 2.5 million ants for every human on earth. That’s a large number. Imagine if we could bioengineer them to do whatever we wanted? That is a terrifying thought to consider
- The universe’s vastness isn’t what should terrify us--it’s the infinite complexity within our own minds. We are each carrying around an unexplored cosmos between our ears, and most of us will die without ever truly knowing what lies in those depths.
- Civilization is just a collective agreement to pretend. We pretend money has value, we pretend laws are real, we pretend our social constructs matter. The moment enough people stop pretending, it all falls apart. Perhaps that’s why we cling so desperately to our shared illusions.
- The greatest irony of human existence is that we spend our youth wishing to be older, our wealth wishing to be richer, our lives wishing to be different--only to realize at the end that we had everything we needed in what we were running from. We are perpetual escapists from our own present.
- We start off by doing things for ourselves, but then it switches to doing it for others by leaving our names in history. A lot of what we do is mostly for others.
- I mean everything is made up and we know that, but we really are social beings and rely on how we’re perceived by others, so we will still try to act like how we want to be perceived and remembered.
- Memory is the great conman of human nature. We can trick our memories and imagination to create whatever reality we want. It’s just as easy to trick the human mind as it’s like breathing in air. You hear people say ‘my reality isn’t your reality’ and other things like that and you just come to the conclusion that we all don’t have an agreed upon reality. We can create whatever memories we want at whenever and wherever on whatever issue(s). Everything is made up.
These thoughts (all taken from my tweets btw), scattered yet interconnected, paint a portrait of modern existence--our struggles with power and weakness, time and mortality, reality and illusion. They’re not meant to depress but to illuminate the peculiar nature of being human. Perhaps true sanity lies in acknowledging these apparent insanities, in seeing clearly the absurdities we navigate daily. After all, as Nietzsche once suggested, those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Or as Napoleon Bonaparte observed, “There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous”--a reminder that wisdom and madness often walk hand in hand, and what appears as insanity to some might be the clearest perception of reality to others.
