Inverted

What would happen if one were to experience a constant inversion of their former perspectives? To relive the moment of emancipation with each step taken. There are two possibilities, either one would be consumed by a perpetual state of satisfaction, to be encountered existentially within each moment with an almost definite but uncertain prediction of the future, or an overturning that would gradually cease to be enough to satisfy and one's appetites and eventually become dull like a cutting blade.

All of our presuppositions are windows to a particular view of reality that limits but also opens up to the question of Being. For within each world perspective, whether from the academic, the insect, or the tiger there is a tapestry of worlds painted up each individual being.

Today, I want to talk about what it would mean to invert such a world view. This question has its own presupposition, that there does exist a being who can invert such a view - for nothing can invert a perspective unintentionally and therefore must be fully conscious.

Could this inversion operate unintentionally? It is little faith in claiming all intentionality the sole possession of consciousness. There are, as I am prepared to defend, reasonable grounds to believe that activity occurs without intentionality. The mere presence of an object in one place can at any moment collide with another. There is no given intention, no initial spark from an omnipotent being. The everyday is filled with countless unintentional events that are not by themselves conditional but come into contact without the precondition of form or presence.

So do inversions then take place on their own, without our desiring them and do they tell us something fundamentally essential about our nature? To deconstruct this concept, it would appear that neither possibility accounts for non-being which is a definite possibility. So why worry about it? Why should we feel heart broken by the perspective of a vegetable?

Today I violated a vegetable. It was there, placed in amongst the ordinary objects like a screen door and concrete driveway. What an uncommon place for life. And there I saw the opportunity present itself - polluted bong water required a safe dumping spot and so there among other forgotten things I emptied the cylinder. What became clear to me afterwards is that not only had I chosen this site specifically to rid myself of an inconvenience, but I had done so with the intention to cause harm. But from an outside perspective, one based heavily on traditional vexations of ethics, I would have done nothing unethical. Perhaps to environmentalist my offence would have been obvious but to those insensitive to environment matters my actions would have been seen as consistent with the status quo. That I feel requires some deep thought to dive into, a concept that is most alarming and painfully irresolvable. Should we even think towards reconciliation? To retain being in its substance? Perhaps existence is not everything.