I’ve been busy with listening to my music. I listen to many versions of the same music, which I am grateful that I have escaped the transfixation of looking for the best. I see it mostly in buying appliances or electronics, looking for the best is leaving a vulnerability to be sold something. More importantly, I witness my own laziness in investigating the details of said item, effectively delegating my good faith from my own investigations/personal experience to the written words or verbal reviews of people. People in positions that leave the only choice of profiting through whatever means they have. Consequences include not getting the best, having peace of mind through deliberate ignorance, paying more than what is actually necessary, petting each other’s good names and wisdom for recommending and buying that.
The myth goes that as you grow older, the world is less black and white. Yes and no: our innate sense of good and bad is absolute because we judge every hair on our body, every action we take. It’s rationalizing through logic that nature is overriden and we commit to our world view exclaiming our sliver of truth is all the truth there is. Rinsing and repeating shows us it’s good to even leave some benefit of the doubt with our own conclusions about somebody because it’s impossible to gain an accurate description of anyone’s personal history, that motivates their decisions, that leads them to treat you as they do. Literally, our conclusions about people are all conjecture. They may be used as useful guidelines but it’s also true we will never know absolutely. Often their effectiveness is misinterpreted as evidence of our intelligence, but how we have used them has only been self preservation/survival, self gain, winning no matter the cost.
I see actual buildings as if they are visions of prestige. They are real, are they real? It’s the same with the design of the appearance of every product we can fathom; it’s the same with what we want others to believe about every one of us. What gives one appearance more authority than another? I’ve been getting a sniff that if I weren’t afraid of knowing the truth about this world, I don’t know what the truth is. Things aren’t what they seem; peaceful buildings amongst intensive mental war in office buildings. Is the act of consuming peaceful really?