Somebody's going to change the world

I've been watching my hand a lot lately.

It's gotten older. It's gotten wiser. It's showing it's age. I spend a lot of time just watching my fingers drum on a desktop while listening to beats. It's way cool.

And don't get me wrong: in the grand scheme of things I'm not that old.

It's interesting that age is always at the forefront of humanity's mindset. We watch our lives rush past, and spend our time commenting upon how quickly our lives rush past. It's a downward spiral into mediocrity. We suffice ourselves with the middle of the road because it's all we feel we can attain.

I've started a list of all the mental fuck-ups I wish I never thought about: Age (or "time rushing by"), Mediocrity (or "potential yet unrealized"), Judgement (or "what others think"), or Legacy (or "how your name will live on"). I wish for innocence again, I guess. When you did what you did because it was what you did.

When did it turn into something more? When did the idea occur that others' opinions mattered? When did your gods change?

Here's a jump, but you'll get to it in a bit: We are all concerned with how we are viewed in our devoutness. We all want to be seen to worship Yahweh properly. (At least in Western civilization, which is entirely debatable here, and a tangent I am unprepared to pursue in my present state.)

The question is: who is your God?

The Greeks, 2,500 years ago, had it right. The Greek Gods were anthropomorphic personifications of the aspects of humanity. A competetive sports-minded person worshiped the God of War, the God of Competition: Mars. Some of us worshipped the gods of the household, Demeter or Hera, and learned how best to cook and clean. Some of us worshipped the Muses.

We have only the remaining literature of the time, the arts, to judge the anima of the era, and pretend (to our modern biases) the Gods were something that affected the daily lives of our ancient forefathers. And perhaps that was so. I would much rather believe they recognized the Gods they believed in were little more than the immortal aspects of the human condition.

We embrace the aspects that we are, and they guide our development and persona. But ultimately we are mortal and come to an end.

Consider: the Gods are immortal. Our passing, regardless of brilliance, does not diminish the Universal Truth. Yet, what more are we, but manifestations of that eternal truth, spit forth in randomness and eclecticism? Mental development, the very idea of universal truth, is as much related to the biological idea of evolution (as put forth by Darwin) as any organic process.

The organism, regardless of species, is eternal, only behest to The God.
The thought, regardless of era, is eternal, only behest to The God in Question.

The saddest realization: we collect data that will not exist past the next geologic era.

The Earth is 5.57 billion years old, at current estimates. Geological, or "deep time", is organized in units limited to events of geologic or paleontological events, such as mass extinctions.

But that, of course, is a discussion not for here nor now.

Right now, I just watch my hand drum on my desktop, and will be content.