the absurdity of constants

The more you look at reality the more it looks like it is designed to drive you insane. One of the fundamental principals is from evolution, those most adaptable are more likely to survive. Shit that alone is fucking insane.. most likely. No guarantee, no warranty, no indication of a yes or no.. fucking ambiguity out the gate for a foundational truth.

Yet we measure things by constants, another social construct to guide us in the dark.

So we have to be flexible and adaptable to our reality, but use constants to map it out, paint a picture, provide some sort semblance to who and what we are and what all this is... So when we go in our heads about things (from a standpoint of ignorance) of what is and isn't, unless it's based on the observable and measurable, it's seems to be as nonsense... Or so the electric cranial meat bag signals.

The sense of feeling afraid and anxious and unsure and drowning... 

Having lost most everything... And now being where I am.. having lost my mind and the notion that obviously was engrained in me body and soul being purged to some extent. Through fire and flame... The mental crucible of life and loss.. of having and not.. see the world through different eyes.. I have a number of assumptions in my head at the moment... One being the emotional being of words... The context words have to an individual... How there are levels.. degrees.. a spectrum of how one understands.. we are a 3d dimensional being to the eyes... But we supercede reality in ways that require education and experience... Experience and education..

Ying yang... Wisdom and knowledge.. knowledge and wisdom... You must feed one to feed the other... This reality that seems to be in a constant regress of cycles.. seasons.. generations.. fractally morphing from one instance into the next..

This fragmented thoughts are my notes.. my primordial components to furthering that sourdough starter...