The Meaninglessness of Mathematics and Money

This is not a tirade against maths and money. This is an attempt to acknowledge the acceptance of these abstractions as being inappropriately attributed as absolutes. Abolishing the angst around these abstracts will allow the able to access their abreaction through the abjuration of these abominable assumptions. In short both mathematics and money are two of many abstract concepts given meaning and importance which is then taken as being inheritable in the things themselves. A realisation made when the statement 'Mathematics means nothing.' was met with startled, perhaps even offended, faces.

        What, then, do I mean when I say abstract? These abstracts are ideas which have no physical representaion and are, as such, non-physical entities which exist only as ideas. These ideas may assigned to physical things but they are not the physical things themselves. Money is not the little metal pieces which rattle in the pocket, nor is maths the ink or chalk squiggle which rests on the white/black board. They are ideas. They are abstracts. These abstracts can therefore acheive no meaning which originates from themselves. Money is not worth anything because it has inherent worth, nor does mathemetics work because the numbers and equations involved are essentially arranged to equate. The metal and markings are attached to meanings which originate not from themselves but from an individual. That is they are ideas and remain ideas even when applied to things which exist physically because they are not themselves pysical entities.

      
        The world is an entity which pre-exists any applicable essence. Thus it is naturally chaotic, unpredictable and irrational. It is also meaningless. Humanity requires a world which is controllable and subduable. Thought is used to supress this chaos by applying abstractions which form structures of control. Therefore these abstractions are  illusory concepts which create an ordered world in which humanity can live in absence of the fear which once consumed it.
      
        It is clear that the utility of the abstract is not in question here. Money is still useful, as is mathematics, yet only in societies where they are depended upon for maintainance of the established structures. Utility, however, is not commensurate with meaning. Abstractions  are therefore gifted a purpose but do not have innate meaning. This is because the abstract-in-itself is utterly meaningless whilst the intention attributed to it is an empowering phenomenon which leads those who accept the intention as appropriate to gain an appreciation for the usefullness of the abstract. This cannot be allowed to mask the meaninglessness of the abstract-in-itself. Unfortunately it appears that the utilisation of the abstract causes many to understand it as a necessity and not an optional form of order. Abstracts which are successful are not, nor will they ever be, necessary.
       
        We reach the conclusion of this breif investigation into the meaning (or lack thereof) of abstracts. As they have been established as external, influential ideas which attempt to impose order on the chaos of the world they are at once both meaningless and unnecessary. Though they cannot be avoided, for, if we were to decide not to use money or mathematics for example, the systems we have now become dependant upon would collapse and we would need to reform our understanding of a countless range of disciplines and ideas we take for granted. Again, dependency does not equate to necessity, many civilisations past and present have existed successfully in the absence of mathematics, money and countless other abstracts, yet they have developed their own abstracts with which to understand the cosmos in a structured way. Abstracts are authoritative only as far as we allow them to become an authority over us. As such they also have meaning only as far as we attribute meaning to them. Abstracts necessitate human meaning, human's cannot draw meaning from necessity to abstracts.

Zombie Nation Part 3: The Cure

The living dead are innumerable and their fate seems sealed as they are determined to maul and murder the last vestiges of their humanity and devour their brains into stupidity. The only hope left is that they allow a few daring soldiers of truth and life to deliver the drug which will cure them of their disease of benightedness. The cure is revolution and its side-effect is freedom. This revolution will not overthrow kings or governments, that freedom lasts but a short while for it is not a revolution realised within ourselves. Where the fear strikes in our hearts and minds is where it will be overturned and, with the power over us overthrown, the controlling forces that be begin to become powerless. This cure is the most difficult to accept and the most arduous to administer but it is the most effective and powerful.

     
        Internal revolution requires the person to entirely reorientate themselves so that they may become the source of their own empowerment and they are their own means to contentedness. Abadonment of reliance on any form of external authority is to be exacted immediately. For too long those who have broken backs with their burdens have scoffed at the impoverishment of the horde's member's identity. Those barbaric, bulbous behemoths must be left to rot in their conspiring cowardice and will have to watch as our eyes clear, our thoughts return and we become human once more. Do not let them control you with fear. Become your own control and you will learn to abolish fear and acheive the ambition you once knew you had within you. We can and must do what we dream or else our lives will have culminated in nothing of any worth either to us or anybody else.
 

        To begin the revolt and embrace the cure we must realise our condition. We must be encouraged to question our existence, our being and what we believe we know. Without a mind experienced in thought this can sometimes be near impossible, revolution is new and confusing. Nonetheless, the horde must stop being a mass of rotted nothings and become individuals with worth, value and, above all, freedom. The choices will still exist, as will the pressures, for the baleful wails of the monstrous rulers will continue to echo long after we have left them to die and their shadow will continue to darken our lives forever. Yet we will not be bullied or coerced underneath their crushing weight but will throw them aside and decide the right for ourselves. Zombies, fulfil your dreams, live the lives you ought to have done from them start. Cast aside your chains and be free to rule yourselves for it is what you are owed after a lifetime of dissatisfaction and hunger for truth and happiness. We who are the fomenters of revolution will distribute knowledge and wisdom to enlighten and develop individuality so that we may live lives of effective contemplation and not pure, blind, fatalistic pragmatism.

     
        As for now we can only keep trying to permeate that hard shell of ignorance which has formed around the minds of the living dead. The virus is out, the infection has taken hold and zombified the nation, but revolution is here to cure it. The pariahs will gain power. The volitional revolution has begun. 

Think and be free.

Zombie Nation Part 2: The Zombie

Thoughtlessness prevails, aspiration lies rotten and fetid. The horde stumbles its way through life. Hazy green clouds of despair and dissilusionment blot out the hope from the sun. The monstrous and unclean behemoths which lay, sprawled on shining golden platforms, drain dreams from what is left of the minds of the horde. Groans stretch out into the darkened sky but remain unheard and the zombie nation cries unsatisfied.

        This is where we are. This is our world. The infection has won and it has corrupted our capacity to be ourselves, to think, to feel, to love, to dream, to hope, to be happy, to be free. The morbid colossi preach to us a message: 'Consume!' they demand of us, 'Consume and be content!' So we do. We submit and seek success through consumption. We toil in mundane, monotonous and mortal lives to try abate our fear and elude our choices. We reach out for more, endlessly and tirlessly shirking off responsibility and volition to become more adept at devouring copious amounts of dross in vain attempts to fill our bloated and swelling stomachs. Meanwhile our masters sort through for the most delicious, tossing the scraps aside for the masses and their countless gaping maws.

        The infection is a success. The zombies stay quiet and still, with the intermittence of the moaning chorus the only sound which disturbs the tranquility of the ignorant sea of bodies. Thought is abandoned and replaced with the opiate of illusory content. The decaying, blind eyes of the individual do not see the horror which befalls them, rather they are hidden from their ineptitude and insignificance. They may hear some news they believe they have an opinion about, or perhaps a television drama will give their minds something else to preoccupy their attention and disguise their predicament. Yes, the mob shuffles, devours and dies underneath the malevolent and putrid promoters of this pallid excuse for personhood and existence. 

        There are a few of us left whose eyes have escaped the mist of ignorance and have yet to succumb to the fate of those living dead. We witness the horror which unfolds, the visionless horde ceaselessly serving its brutish owners, never thinking but, instead, killing thought. Hungering for more but never being satisfied. Slaves to consumerism, too afraid to break free from their blissfull, thoughtless lives. They hobble in groups cowering under the titanic shadow which does not lead them but destroys them so it may grow evermore. We understand what has to be done. We know we must save them. There is a cure. The cure is revolt. To be continued...