tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425732352511468694.post8041804158535401064..comments2023-08-20T04:55:39.436-07:00Comments on Ars Psychiatrica: (Moon) Pie in the SkyNovalishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10501890494890617030noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425732352511468694.post-67501015525962593852009-04-27T20:13:00.000-07:002009-04-27T20:13:00.000-07:00An essence that doesn't change is just fertiliser ...An essence that doesn't change is just fertiliser for a decaying life. I'd like to think that my essential being is evolving with every narrative twist of existence. Without enhancement, transmutation, and selective pruning we're just biological filaments in a fizzling light bulb. <br /><br />As humans, we strive to have a refined hand in the creation of our 'narrative selves'; but sometimes the indelicate meaty hand of human urgency and greed sets the movement of evolution in reverse.<br /><br />Embracing potential-even if it means sacrifice- is not death/rejection. Even if it were, would we have lost anything worth keeping? Maybe the prospect of 'gaining' essencelessness is infinitely more valuable... And what's the point of having an 'essence' if free will is an illusion? -- we wouldn't own our personal narrative anyway, so what's to lose?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com