Tuesday, 19 February 2013

That elusive deserted island

*Dedicated to Matt and Emil, the two readers of this blog willing to speak up

Have you ever thought that if it wasn't for the evening, humanity would go insane? Eight hours of sleep is just about enough to forget about how shitty life is, and to delude yourself into thinking that if you give it one more shot everything will go well this time. Sound depressed? Thanks Dr Freud, lol.

Ok, let's correct that: it's not that life is shitty - it's just that the vast majority of people have been trapped into living shitty lives. Yet we keep ourselves going collectively with lies and dreams for the weekend. My favourite example? A billboard for liquor with a photo of a private jet cruising above a jungle and the catch phrase: "One day you will."

Rubbish. Alcohol certainly won't help you buy a private jet, although it might help you pretend that you might one day own one. How many people are there on earth? How many people have private jets? I rest my case.

The real problem with being pissed off is that it takes energy, and life has a habit of sapping energy - you can't stay pissed off forever, so you end up feeling that maybe it's not as bad as you thought. Until you get pissed off again, write another blog post, watch an episode of Survivor and go to sleep.

Who was the sick bastard who created money, anyway? The only joy with money is spending it - that's the whole reason we worked for it, right? - and yet 'conventional wisdom' is that we should spend it on insurance and towards a retirement ... so that we can buy an over-priced retirement home and eat something better than catfood for the last fifteen years of our life. What choice do we have?

I'm just a product of the system, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I'm not about to just turn up my stereo and spraypaint hateful phrases about 'The Man' on walls around town either: moaning about not being in power is not a way to acquire power. The same goes for wearing tie-dye shirts and moving into a commune - the catfood route might be a better long-term strategy.

The simple fact is that humans could be so much more productive if they could choose what they wanted to do, instead of filing the paperwork and returning the e-mails and making the phonecalls which keep the corporate world turning. It's a gigantic circle where we're all just passing money from hand to hand, and our valuable time could surely be better spent.

Maybe the real problem is television and the Internet. At least in the old days you could convince yourself that the world was filled with mystery, but these days? At best you can tick off items on a list that countless other people have already ticked off, and you've already probably watched other people do or experience on television.

So what about Richard Branson? What about the quest for space, what about the cutting edge of medical research, what about building those amazingly precise machines which operate faultlessly on automated assembly lines? Yes, there are those things, but the whole point is that by the time we realise we should rather have studied to be an engineer or astrophysicist, it's too late to start.

How do we break the cycle? Apart from winning the lottery or other freak incidents of luck. It's not 'breaking the cycle' if it's only us - although don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind being one of the few. Rather, we need to break the cycle for everybody, and how is that done when you can't get three people to agree on a single question never mind an entire world philosophy.

Life is so multi-faceted, and your satisfaction with it depends purely on where you decide to stop peeling back the layers. I mean, you start off at school, and somehow you manage to finish that. Then you are handed the challenge of 'The Real World', and manage to jump through the hoops of 8-5 work, politics, relationships and budgets. Then you get to my stage, where you wonder, 'What can I do with my life to make the ending a bit more worthwhile than the ending everybody else seems to resign themselves to?'

If you feel you're better than your job, stick up your hand. If you realise that earning more is just going to lead to more expenses, stick up your hand. If you hate buying new things because you have a habit of getting disappointed by whatever you buy the moment you're out of the store, stick up your hand.

I can't tell you what the answer is, but I know that happiness isn't about the size of your TV screen or your job title. Remember how I spoke about exactly this in terms of a Johannesburg street near the start of this blog? I don't want to be 30 and a senior editor, I don't want to be 40 and a managing director, I don't want to be 50 and looking at buying a Porsche and maybe going on that ocean cruise I've always meant to.

I guess I want to work with an awesome team of people to make other people's lives better, to explore and report my findings in a constructive manner, to build something amazing by myself that actually works, and to never have to worry about how many days it is until my payslip comes in again. I guess it's a life as a maverick technician in a nature colony for me then, lol. Unless you happen to know of a good one - just post the details in the comment box below.

Friday, 15 February 2013

Is anybody out there?

As the hundreds of views keep racking up, I know somebody apart from just search engines is visiting this page. Who are you? Where are you from? What do you think of what you're reading here?

This blog is rapidly moving away from an informational resources towards a diary blog - I'm not saying you shouldn't keep checking here for updates, just let me know that this isn't just for me!

Saturday, 9 February 2013

An essay: life as a game of ultra-pool

Normally, I'm circumspect about explaining my worldview, because it makes one extremely vulnerable to the 'now-ness' of life experience. What I understand now is not necessarily what I will understand in a few minutes, once I've internalised a couple new points on a seemingly infinite list of realisations.

That disclaimer aside - I hope I don't hate myself for writing this a few minutes after I publish - let's get to the killer hook: you're just a pool ball (also known as a billiard ball), with no more ultimate responsibility than a piece of ice breaking off an iceberg and beaning a poor old eskimo on the head. Of course it's not just that simple, or else this wouldn't be an 'essay' ... bear with me if you want your mind blown.

Let's first start with a major admission about myself: my single mother raised me in a religious (Christian) manner, and although my serious doubts about some glaring inconsistencies with formal religion saw me leaving the church in my early twenties, I didn't reject everything about that experience. Specifically, I've always retained a feeling that there is a God, or Creator, or whatever sort of name you'd like to call Him or Her or ... you get the picture.

Now, before all the atheists reading this immediately dart for the 'close page' button, this story is not an attempt to convert you with a soppy religious ending. At least, not in the traditional manner you hate, so just bear with me.

Here's one of the many things which the Bible couldn't explain for me: "I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please." (Isaiah 46:10)

This was one of those scary parts of the Bible. If God knew the end from the beginning, what personal choice did I have? How was that even possible, if I *did* have personal freedom? Also, what did it mean for the church's insistence that I had to 'Do The Right Thing' - surely if God knew the end from the beginning, it was already a closed book what I'd do or not? Shouldn't the church rather be exhorting people to 'Be who God made you, and let's hope that it's a smooth ride'? 

It's just one of the many contradictions contained in the Bible, and one of the many areas where maybe the church has its hands tied: formal religion is very much a 'condensed wisdom for the masses', and so long as it helps some people get through life a little bit happier then it can't be all bad. Those who will question will do so regardless, and I've always been one of 'those'.

To take a quick detour now, have you ever watched the original Men In Black movie? Do you recall that scene where the camera keeps zooming out, and it is revealed that our entire Universe is just a marble in a game being played by children? And, just to add insult to injury, that specific marble was hanging from a cat's collar in 'our' reality? It was a pretty far-out concept for a mainstream sci-fi comedy, but maybe that's why they left it just for the closing credits sequence.

Getting to my worldview, marbles would be a good analogy to describe it, but because I prefer playing a good game of pool - that's the one with the green table, the multicoloured balls and the sticks which you hit the balls with - let's use pool instead.

Ok, 'ultra-pool'. For me, this concept explains a lot of things. Something I've struggled with before has been the philosophical debates I've seen stating that if you know every possible motivating factor in a person's life, you can perfectly predict their every action. A part of me has always wanted to rebel against that theory, but for whatever reason I feel more comfortable dealing with it through the lens of pool.

I can play pool, measure the angle of my cue, pick a spot to hit the white ball at, judge some intended direction for the ball and its subsequent interactions with the other balls on the table, and how gauge how much force I should apply. If I get it all right, I sink a ball. If I get it wrong, the ball jumps, my opponent gets two shots and my friends have a good laugh at my expense.

Given that on the micro-scale of pool I can enjoy the predictable reactions of pool balls in a closed system, I really need to snap out of my refusal to accept the same principle when applied on a universal scale. As I've touched on above, however, the main reason I petulantly refuse to want to believe in this is because of the implications this concept has for my life. It does explain a lot though.

Now might be a good time to go back to explaining why I believe there is a God. On the most basic level, it's because it's always felt right to me. To use another biblical quote which has summed this up for me (I know, I use a lot of quotes for a guy who claims to have snapped away from formal religion): "You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts." (2 Corinthians 3:3)

My rational mind has also taken a crack at explaining that belief, and it's something along the lines of "Energy cannot be created or destroyed." We recognise that in any closed system, nothing can be added or taken away - only converted from one form to another. This is according to my high school physics teacher, and Newton I believe. Well, the Universe is pretty much the ultimate closed system, so I won't be the first to ask the question of just where the matter which supposedly resulted in the 'Big Bang' came from, if nothing can be created from nothing.

If I see my world, then, as a series of pool balls striking into one another, and myself as a pool ball on that table, can't I also see God leaning over the table behind me at my birth, gauging just how much spin to apply to me before giving me the biggest poke in the world with an almighty cue? You must admit, there are a few variables we're given at birth which are potentially controllable: the country of our birth, our parents, their wealth and beliefs, the people we come into contact with, our personality (which is evident even in babies).

As another aside, this is why I've never believed that Hell exists. It would just be too unfair. If I was born in a desert in Pakistan, might I not also have been raised to hate America and one day strap a bomb vest on to sacrifice my life for a greater cause? You'd have to admit, my life chances would not be quite the same as somebody raised in the middle of the United States 'Bible Belt', raised with apple pie and Christianity. No, Hell doesn't exist (although our lives could well be hell on earth).

Haven't you noticed in your life that completely unexpected people and situations pop into it, almost as violently as a pool ball bashing into another pool ball? That there are coincidences which are just too neat, which cannot be explained by chance or good luck? Alternatively, there are moments in my life where I feel as if I'm just floating across the pool table, bouncing off the edges and nothing is really happening ... until something does, and I later realise that I was just being set up for the most amazing multi-ball combo trickshot ever.

To go right back to the initial root cause for this blog, I wanted to go to Romania because I am married to a Romanian woman. How I ended up like that is one of those particularly long chains of coincidences which I couldn't possibly have predicted, but mostly because I cannot see all the positions of all the pool balls in the world. For the sake of further personal admission and supporting my claim, let me just take another detour into my life for your entertainment.

- My grandfather, the most amazing man in my life, gave me the money I needed while broke at University to buy my first-ever laptop (he died just before I left University and could repay that specific loan - which made the laptop all the more poignant for me).
- It turned out this laptop had Wi-Fi connectivity, but that meant nothing to me in my little University town. I didn't utilise any Wi-Fi networks, instead connecting my first 3G-cellphone to use it as a modem for internet access. It was expensive, however, so I just left internet access to the University computers.
- When I left University, I found myself all alone in the idyllic coastal town of Knysna, working in my first job at a newspaper. It just so happened that Knysna was one of the first towns in the whole country to get a free Wi-Fi network supported by the municipality across the whole town. Even better, all you had to do to access this Wi-Fi network was register as a resident of Knysna, and you got the princely sum of 500MB Internet connectivity completely free a month.
- That Wi-Fi network, which just happened to have been installed just prior to my moving to Knysna, came to be my only affordable means of obtaining a private internet connection. When my 500MB was exhausted I could just about afford to buy top-up vouchers of 100MB a pop ... something I could never have afforded to with cellphone data connectivity still ridiculously expensive at the time, and me only on a journalist's salary.
- Being lonely, bored and technically-literate with an internet connection, I came to spend the evenings discovering the wonderful world of Internet Relay Chat (about 15 years after everybody else did, but oh well). Trivia channels, where a computer script asks predetermined questions and anybody who logs in from across the world can answer and score points came to be a small addictive hobby. Firstly, the novelty of being connected with the Whole World through the internet was great. Secondly, some of the people in the Whole World and also online were pretty interesting.
- My future wife, as you'll have guessed, was one of those people. Against all odds, she just happened to be in the same trivia channel that I was, when I stumbled into it from the other side of the world. We happened to start talking. The rest is history.

There are countless such stories from my life, if I think about it closely enough. Yours too, I'm sure. To sit here and think that if my grandfather hadn't loaned me that money, if I didn't buy a laptop that happened to support Wi-Fi, if I didn't happen to move to Knysna, if Knysna didn't happen to have that free network, if I didn't happen to discover IRC, if my wife wasn't in *that* trivia channel ... I wouldn't have a wife now, or at least not her ... it's pretty sobering. We talk about 'romance', but it's not just that, is it? 

Ok then, so what does it mean? If we're all pool balls, can we stop? I'd say that the analogy makes it clear that you cannot, which ties amazingly neatly into my earlier post where I was frustrated by my inability to walk out of my story, just like the movie Rango warned me (having life truths reported by animated cartoon characters really bites). 

If pool balls were sentient, it wouldn't matter a bit: the system in which they operate means they respond precisely and consistently to a fixed number of inputs, and they cannot just choose to take a left turn or stop. Thank goodness, or pool would be a much more difficult game to play!

What that realisation really tells me is that if I, upon realising all of this, decide to quit my job and become a buddhist monk - because what does it all matter, anyway? - it still wouldn't be 'my decision' any more than which direction the pool ball takes is its decision. It just means I was aimed that way, and it's part of my life journey.

How do I feel about this? Don't think it makes me 'happy'. I don't think anybody sets out life deciding that they want to just be a rolling ball down the hill, but it's not necessarily all bad. In previous debates online I've asked whether, as a hammer is created for the purpose of banging nails into walls, a sentient hammer would or even should feel disappointed with its creation?

At this specific point, there are numerous divergent thoughts ricocheting in my own head like so many pool balls. I've come this far that I may as well share them with you.

What does 'ultra-pool' theory help us understand about our lives? Well, it explains why categories of behaviour exist. It explains that moment we get when we're in a crowd and we think, 'You know, strip away all the preferences for food and music and we're all just the same.' It explains why shrewd detectives can extrapolate criminals' personalities from their crime-scenes with a scary amount of accuracy.

One of my earliest 'religious' breakthroughs was the following thought: "The world is, therefore God is. I am, therefore God has a plan for me." It just made sense at the time that if I was created, I was created for a reason. Even a child doodling away on paper with crayons is a creator in his or her own right, and has some intention for the artwork being created.

When I hear about people who die 'before their time' - like children who die or people murdered through crime - I'm saddened just like everybody else, but I also take a moment to wonder about the lasting impact that their lives have had on the people around them, and comforted by the realisation that if they had to choose between living a short life or not living at all, they would have chosen life. 

To use the pool analogy for these people, it's like a pool ball being shot into the pocket. It danced across the table, connected with other balls, left the scene of play and yet its energy lives on through the table: all the balls it pushed into trajectories they would never have gone into without it. I've seen moments like that in my life: social interactions I've come away from thinking that it's a good thing I was there at the time. Arguments defused, people comforted, solutions raised: me bringing my own special brand of magic to the table, which interacted with other people and resulted in something unpredictable (to me) and beautiful in its complexity.

I just have two last thoughts for you. The one is de ja vu. Many of us experience this: the uneasy feeling that we've experienced whatever we're experiencing before. I've read a couple of theories about it - e.g. the one involving some sections of the brain processing stimuli faster than other parts of the brain and resulting in that feeling - but couldn't 'ultra-pool' explain this as well?

If you look at it a different way, when you experience de ja vu you aren't feeling as if you've been here before, but you're rather experiencing that you are precisely where you're meant to be. It's the feeling a pool ball gets after it is struck and it shoots directly towards another ball: you have some sense of where you're going and when you have arrived.

The poetic/religious side of my brain likes to think that maybe just before we're born, we're shown the full trajectory of our lives. God leans over the pool table, asks, "Are you ready?" Then whacks us into the fray. Heck, it's a lot better than the old cliche about reviewing your whole life just before you die, isn't it?

One last thought comes from a story my grandfather told me. One day a scientist was looking down through his microscope at a molecule, when he put on a stronger lens and zoomed in closer and could see the molecule at its atomic structure. Then he zoomed in to analyse the atoms, and each looked like a little Universe. He zoomed in further still, until individual planets resolved. Then he zoomed into one which looked like earth, and then he could see his country, his town, his house ... and he could see a scientist, looking down intensely into a microscope.

It's exactly the same idea as the 'Universe in a marble' idea from Men In Black I mentioned near the start. Everything we have, wrapped up in itself.

How does that tie into 'ultra-pool' theory? Well, I'll share with you what my grandfather had to say about life after death. He'd say, "I don't know what's there, but I think we're all going to be surprised." He's there now, and I for one sincerely hope that it's been a pleasant surprise.

This is me, pool ball # 9838388289290299388472. This is my world-view, for now. It may well have changed in ten minutes, or tomorrow. Or it may well be something which explains the rest of my life, and everybody else's lives. Including yours. Only time will tell, and maybe we'll discuss it oneday, on this pool table or later in the pocket. We'll have all of time and nowhere to go then.

Why include Romania anymore?

If you're following the thread of this blog, this is a valid question, and the perfect answer just occurred to me: it's like the play, waiting for Godot. It's one of those ironic references - to me it feels as if Romania has become entrenched in the DNA of this blog, so to fundamentally edit out all references feels like trying to change the DNA of my child (which I don't have - another ironic reference). To give you a preview of my next post, which I'm writing now, it's me tipping my cap to the fact that my life may still take me to Romania, and I for one hope that it does. In fact, just by expressing that hope it probably will ... all of this will make sense in an hour.

Sunday, 3 February 2013

The first of the diary entries

It's been a huge wait - ok, a week or so - since my last update, but that's mostly because I'm in a stasis myself. There's a big change potentially set for my life, and I'm hoping for a decision this coming week. However, even waiting yields some results, and one of them is I've just started reading this book and gotten entirely hooked. An interesting idea from it: procrastination is our attempt for immortality - our time is limited, but we act like it isn't. Mmm... you want to know the ironic thing? Recently I've been trying to read more non-fiction books to learn something, with the premise that life is too short for fiction. However, after the fourth time returning non-fiction books scarcely read to the library I learned my lesson, so when I had a chance to buy books this afternoon I went for two fascinating fictional novels (the other is 'To Kill a Mockingbird' - I want to brush up on my classics). Totally what I needed! If you pick a good fictional story, the writer will have put a lot of effort condensing their observations and insights into the narrative - which is a lot more entertaining than yet another "How to start your home business' or 'Keys to successful investing' snake-oil non-fiction book. We all want more money, but I really don't think there's an easy way to it between the covers of any book. This is me turning back to quality fiction for the sort of inspiration everyday life seems to be lacking these days, with fast food and fast TV entertainment. How many times have I watched a television programme and then had to struggle to recall what I'd just watched, even while still watching it? So maybe I do have to re-read a paragraph in a book if I drift off into thinking about something else - or just plain start falling asleep lol - but I'll still remember the narrative of most books even years after I've read them. Show me an episode of Survivor you can say that about. Oh, and Romania? Yeah, if you're still reading this blog specifically for revelations pertaining to the country, best you look elsewhere. Things in my life have taken a detour, as it's becoming increasingly clear to me that emigrating to Romania now will be a step back for me - it's still on my to-do list, but I think I'm going to have to win the lottery first or be in the place in my life where I can start a successful business there. I'm not in that place yet, but it doesn't mean I'm going to spend my life just sitting on my hands either. Keep tuned, because I've got a taste for this blogging thing, and we're in for a rollercoaster of a life story yet. Hopefully I have an awesome update for you later this week: hold thumbs for me!