First Entry

In the depths of pondering we found within us, not any remedy for this aching call for clarity, but more turbidity added into the mix. This problem does not arise in a vacuum but is the culmination of millions of years of evolution, genetic and cultural, leading up to this precise moment where we find ourselves demanding clarity. But the long chain preceding us is not of today’s concern. Today, I intend to explore the thoughts that lead up to this question. How idyllic life becomes a prison. That moment of lucidity which demands reasoning. Alas there is nothing to reason. All is but randomness and nothing more. Yet understanding how we got here will be of some solace and so explore we shall. It begins with a dissatisfaction of the routinely structure we mould for ourselves. The irony lies in the purpose of our thus created prison. We craft this repetitive structure to find comfort, but the thing that is designed to console us births within us an off putting sensation. Whence does this come from? Why has this risen from the depths? Perhaps the question was always lurking in the shadows yet we were preoccupied with the calamity, that it merely faded into the background. Now that the routine is established we have created for ourselves a safer environment to glare into the abyss. Hence the more daunting questions can be asked. One must exist to question. Here we are and so we shall ask the questions.