Saturday, September 27, 2025
I used to believe there were two sources, maybe multiple ones. There was me, a central figure, and the rest of the world, and perhaps destiny, fate, or luck. And then, there were categories of people and situations like useless, useful, out of my league, beneath me, over me, behind me, etc. There were people who were flat wrong – and I told them so. There were the miserable ones, who I informed! Don’t forget about the stupid – I wanted to makes sure they knew they were dumb. There were people that hurt and offended me, and I made sure those people got a good dose of what was coming to them. Then there were those who could do no wrong. Those got a pass, probably because I saw them through my rose-colored glasses.
If we could study the universe objectively, the one thing that would make that possible in totality is the total disappearance of the central observer called “me,” through which all judgement is made. You just have to get rid of the damn judge. But the judge is not altogether useless.
How else could you experience joy, surprise, and lightness without experiencing misery, disappointment, and severity? To enjoy life is to hate it. And to see objectively is to see subjectively. All people, their actions, their words, and their ranking come from you. What someone means to you is your own application of ranking. If they are meaningless. This too is your own rank and file. The observer skews the observed, unawares, and wonders why the world is f^cked up. It’s a judgement call.
The world would be fine without the likes (or dislikes) of you. But you’re stuck. Without an observer there is no observed. What is observed is the observer. My, my – how do we judge lest we be judged? It’s a judgement call.