discardia

I think that as human beings, we are constantly and continually searching for the fantastic around us. Because we all ask ourselves, “Is this all there is?”

Some of us adore science fiction. Others look for the fantastic in religion. Others look for the fantastic by developing wild conspiracy theories.

My opinion is that there is actually nothing fantastic on this world. Occam’s Razor applies to pretty much everything.

So in that sense, conspiracies are bunk, the government really is that bad, and the outcomes we read in the news really are nothing more than a culmination of horribly inefficient human systems, random outcomes of random events, and all sorts of chaos. In fact the Chaos Theory best explains pretty much everything that makes us scratch our collective heads when we ask what is wrong with humanity. Why can’t we get simple things, like treating other human beings, right? Why is it, that throughout human history, humans are the one resource that is completely disregarded and considered disposable because of race or gender or belief? When human beings are the only species on this planet that can realize it?

The War in Iraq is great example of the Chaos Theory at work. Occam’s Razor is pretty easy to apply to all the circumstances and outcomes. Yet people think there is a huge conspiracy about terrorism and 9/11 and the War of Interests (otherwise known as the War in Iraq).

WTF?

I mean seriously, humans really are this stupid when they are a part of a greater population. People are smart, but systems made of people are horribly stupid. Human systems cannot have rational outcomes unless something completely profound occurs. Logic breaks down and new subverting systems take root and perverse outcomes. Human nature subverts the system, regardless of the quality of design.

But I am getting off my original thought. We keep thinking that there is something to explain it all, something supernatural, something greater than the human systems we create and try, try again. When in reality, there just isn’t anything, but what surrounds us and we in turn, take for granted.

We end up looking in the wrong places for it.

My baby girl is great reminder of what is important. She is something fantastic, something that I won’t take for granted. A great reminder that completely ordinary things can be of such huge significance in such a screwed up world.

And for some reason that fact alone fills me with hope about this world. I don’t know why.