Veracity of evidence

 So I'm in this weird place in my life.. or at least I think I am..

shit right now I am both exhausted and on the verge of tears perhaps...

but also calm as hell..

that and stoned..

 

but I digress.

 

Why does evidence matter in regards to determining the truth of something? I'm trying to determine how evidence gets categorized. What makes some evidence better than other?

If life is a spectrum and everything in that is one as well (spectrum not linear per se). That there is a spectrum to everything in existence. Think of any topic, there will be a spectrum of representation. What the topic of spectrum is, is tbd.

 

So when the evidence is presented, how does one interpret it? This is the line of thought atm.

 

Again, chaos theory, evolution, physics and the related sciences that support this all. How does one escape the past which also seems to be our inevitable future? Our past is what guides our future and if violence has brought us this far, how do you reason dna away?

Is this not the exclamation of the enlightened and reasoned?  That with education and awareness we will change for the better. All the while the boot of oppression and its vile machinations squeezes the world more for it's pound of flesh. It's hubris of self is on full display in only the most developed parts, its debasement found in the oppression of the poorest/richest. Is the world of humanity not it's own doing? Oppress, extract, and discard. 

 Death and destruction is all that humanity knows. As our history says so. The Stockholm syndrome that infects so many, the ignorance of the masses, and the monopoly of violence are what keep us here. Your life is but a commodity to be extracted by those who would deny you rights inherent with your humanity. Imagine being told you have no skin in the game and that the game was developed long before you were born and only a few control it. Freedom is an illusion, as is any sense of democracy or liberty for that matter.

 

 

Forgot this...

 

https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/evidence/ 

 

Ambivalence

 Coupled with my already existing apathy, I'm still struggling this day. The past week has been a shit show... mentally that is.

 

Aside from the already shit show that reality already is, just look at the current state of affairs, irrespective of my own personal shit.

Wars ever present and ever escalating.

Lack of well being in the supposedly greatest country on the planet, it's own clam and not mine.

Housing insecurity, job insecurity, financial insecurity. Inequality for numerous marginalized groups, environmental concerns, this list is not short or unrealistic.

Yet this has been going on for decades, generations and here we are repeating the same old cycles yet again. Which is one of the reasons why I do believe that this reality is nothing but hell. What other reality would take you on highs such as your first experiences to never experience again and yet you chase all your life searching for.

First love

First joys

First accomplishments

a never ending rat race in pursuit of meaning when none is to be had when it's all an illusion. Whether we look at the image directly or the negative space around it...

All this effort and for what...

The never ending cycles.. again and again.. the more they change, the more they remain the same...

and here I am.. not wanting to have these emotional cycles of depression or melancholic moments that either incapacitate me from doing what either I need or want. To be held hostage in a reality of zero choice.

 

I really don't want to work... I want to sleep forever. 

 

Jaded to joy

 Today's my oldest boy's b day....

Thinking of that day... of Potholder and oatmeal.. and thinking of how I have this bad inclination towards not wanting to remember the joy...there's this history of grief that seems to have muddied the water a bit..

Tho it did prompt me to self reflect about how there's this youthful ignorance about the joy from that day... joy that I can't describe about this child being born and me being a clueless fuckwit.  not so much the fuckwit part, but just that joy and wanting more for him - all them... struggling with myself on how to accomplish that still to this day.

If I focus too much on this I will lose myself in sorrow.. self pity? remembering my constant drive for myself and everything else was ancillary.  A peripheral for the moment... I do beat myself up on my failings... despite hearing the contrary from them on occasion...

I do find joy in some things, but I feel like I haven't been able to pursue them as of late. The current state of the world has definitely had an impact on my state of being.

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Piggy backing on this post... I have been feeling overwhelmed atm. The spectre of hopelessness has creeped it's toe in the door this past week. I'm struggling with a sense of balance right now in my sanity... while I need to work. I absolutely feel that this reality of reality has me at a crossroads of a sort, a point of interest of sorts may be more like it. Is it that I have developed a sense of resiliency or inner strength to deal with it or that I have learned to deflect, ignore certain aspects of that crushing feeling of having to dance that dance. 

 

 

and this is what you would die for

To change reality is to change one's self. To say I recognize my humanity and that this dystopian nightmare can end if we break out of our comfort zones... To fundamentally change who you are in word and deed. How's does one do that? How does one begin that thought process?

Question everything.. always.. especially any assumptions.. evidence.. empirical evidence.. not emotions and feelings, these are subject to interpretation and biases. We delude ourselves more often than not. 

Truth is truth in matters of the presentable evidence of the reality that concerns us all. This existence we share. We can change it for the better, but must be able to overcome ourselves. I see the dysfunctional reality before my eyes as is the history of humanity. One dysfunctional episode after another, rinse repeat with new clothes and toys.