How to justify your rebellion.

The irony of logic is that it leads to illogic. Logic, when applied to the unknown, leads inevitably to skepticism. Skepticism followed to its ultimate conclusion with sincere honesty about what is known leads to the realization that nothing is actually known. Descartes argued that thinking was being. Nietzsche said "what is thinking?"
Without even the presumption of selfhood as a basis to build on there is no proof of anything. All our information comes either from the physical world through the senses, which cannot be trusted, or through the intuitive and imaginative powers of the mind which cannot be tested.
So skepticism leads to the conclusion that not only does nobody know anything in any absolute sense but that nobody can know anything. Without that essential foundation of knowing we are left at the mercy of faith. Indeed faith becomes the foundation of all belief even that of science. We don't know that we have free will or that the universe holds any purpose and so all beliefs and conceptions of the universe become a matter of faith.
The justification of actions made so often in the last century that 'we know better than them' is complete nonsense. No one knows anything so all knowing is equal. Still...you have to do something or you might as well just lay in bed and rot.
So create a view of the universe that makes sense to you and set aside the fact that you are a completely ignorant and indeed unproven entity and just get on with living a bit eh?

Internalized Discipline

When we are children, if we are fortunate enough to have parents and the opportunity to go to school, we are made to get up and get ourselves cleaned and dressed and off to school. Later there is work. Same thing as school really your doing work for someone else without always completely knowing why you bother, and still you get up and do it every day. The voice of the parent waking you is replaced by the klaxon of the alarm clock and you groggily make your way to the shower and try to massage life into a body that would much rather be sleeping since you pushed the amount of sleep you get to a bare minimum for the sake of a some late night television. Cleaned up you head out the door towards the nearest caffeine and sugar and wolf them down on the way to The Job whatever that might be. Forty or fifty years pass by in this way with occasional interruptions for weddings, births, deaths etcetera.
What about being fired? What happens when you go on vacation? Without that little tug of fear to wake you and without that overhanging sense of responsibility what motivation besides urination is there to get out of bed? Is taking a shower and having a cup of coffee any less useful when your time is your own instead of someone elses?
Perhaps the enforced system of fear works fine. Maybe there are not many that view the world as operating on these lines. Wouldn't it be nice if we had a genuine desire to get up and meet the world?

Fiat Lux

It often happens that I am taken by a fit to write upon whatever topics come to mind in the wee hours. The discovery of Blog (a term whose meaning still escapes me) seems to offer an opportunity for responsive dialogue. So if you have any constructive replies to whatever I write feel free to reply. I have no notion of how popular this service may be but since its free...what the hell eh?