An 'Unmarred' World Of No Memory
It is said that neither person nor object can be perfect. A person is alive. An object is not. So obviously, how can one decide the perfectness of an object? There are many ways: physics, chemistry, biology, philosophy....perception. It all depends on how one perceives things in his life.
But what makes one perceive things? Experience? Emotions? Attachment? What do all these big yet little words add up to? They all sum up to memory. These words are all stored in this thing called memory and that's what decides how you're living.
Once a perception of something is on a negative scale, a bad memory is created. A memory that could haunt you forever or cheer you up forever. But eventually, one has to get over them. But is it not that many many people suffer for as long as they live, from these trauma? Is it fair to let the people with positive perceptions lives happily and people with negative perceptions live in grief? Is it fair to let them live in such a way until they die? Why not destroy memory? Why not make a world in which recoverable memory is absent?
This world would have no sadness nor happiness for eternity. No pain or joy forever. No boredom. No ego. No selfishness. No permanent relation. No experience which would live on. No one would cry or laugh, frown or smile, chafe or praise anyone forever.
A world without memory would be an unmarred world. Words like "everyday" would not exist and a new day would dawn new experiences. Everyday would be an adventure no matter how many times one does the same thing.
The everyday problems of ego, greed, temper, obnoxiousness etc would not trouble anyone the next day.
No need to dwell in the past. No need to think of older problems or happy moments. Maybe, without knowledge, one would relive the moment he would've wanted to if he had memory. Maybe he'd do the same thing the next day.
There would be no authority. There would be one authority. Oneself! he is the master of himself. Maybe an authority would rise by depriving himself of sleep. How long can one live without sleep? 3 weeks? then what? death. Authority is dead. People will forget that there once existed an authority.
Well, why? Is'nt the world similar to today's? What do people remember once something dies? One finds it hard and worthless to remember a dream. How would they remember a death? A birth? A joy? A grief? A similarity. People just forget once something is gone. The dead object is just another molecule in an ever-flowing river.
This world could only exist in a primitive one. maybe where the basic instincts of satisfying hunger, sleep, reproduction are the only ones that have developed and where evolution is at a halt.
Careful speculation and questioning, however, shows that even this world is flawed.
No attachments, no heed to the dead, no permanent meaning of life, no ways of knowing oneself.
No need to dwell in the past. No need to think of older problems or happy moments. Maybe, without knowledge, one would relive the moment he would've wanted to if he had memory. Maybe he'd do the same thing the next day.
There would be no authority. There would be one authority. Oneself! he is the master of himself. Maybe an authority would rise by depriving himself of sleep. How long can one live without sleep? 3 weeks? then what? death. Authority is dead. People will forget that there once existed an authority.
Well, why? Is'nt the world similar to today's? What do people remember once something dies? One finds it hard and worthless to remember a dream. How would they remember a death? A birth? A joy? A grief? A similarity. People just forget once something is gone. The dead object is just another molecule in an ever-flowing river.
This world could only exist in a primitive one. maybe where the basic instincts of satisfying hunger, sleep, reproduction are the only ones that have developed and where evolution is at a halt.
Careful speculation and questioning, however, shows that even this world is flawed.
No attachments, no heed to the dead, no permanent meaning of life, no ways of knowing oneself.
"how would you love them?
how would you know who you are?
what your own moral fiber is made of?
what you value?
it takes years to know oneself
love for everyone is good but like i said balance as much as there is love just as much there must be violence
thats why mother nature is not fair"
These questions need answering.
Turns out a perfect world of no memory, after all, is not achievable. Turns out memory plays a crucial role. Turns out that perfect and flawless are boring. Turns out that life is nothing without memory.
But thinking about such a memoryless, primitive world, keeps me enchanted and thrilled. New possibilities may pop out. New perfections, new pros and new cons. However it may go, i'm for a memoryless, primitive world.
These questions need answering.
Turns out a perfect world of no memory, after all, is not achievable. Turns out memory plays a crucial role. Turns out that perfect and flawless are boring. Turns out that life is nothing without memory.
But thinking about such a memoryless, primitive world, keeps me enchanted and thrilled. New possibilities may pop out. New perfections, new pros and new cons. However it may go, i'm for a memoryless, primitive world.
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