The Realist, the Intellectual, the Spiritualist, and Why Life Exists

It's all bullshit folks, and it's bad for you. - George Carlin

The question why is always a luxury next to the most vital question of how.  It is the how to do, make, or operate anything that concerns the realist as he or she goes about his or her daily quest.  For every questor seeking knowledge in this time in human history there is a hundred or a thousand that either don't have time to care or have no interest in knowing.  It is this very fact that makes the few that ask why so important. So then what is the answer to the question of why we exist and why is it so important to know?  I will return to that question shortly after discussion the matter of the conflict between the practical, the intellectual, and the spiritual.

To the realist or the practical person life is a series of events around a particular theme of existence written and scripted by that very same person.  Yet, the conditions of life make it so that often it appears as though the realist practical individual has no choice in the matter.  In fact, they largely don't as the nature of this world teaches through pain so makes most choice no choice in fact. 

This can be quickly demonstrated by an old Bulgarian story.  One philosopher was attempting to argue with two practical villagers about how in fact the atom was made of mostly empty space and hence was not real.  He kept on insisting to the villagers how this whole reality was nothing more than an illusion and that this newfound discovery of the empty space of atoms proved it.  He kept arguing and arguing with them and finally one of them took a 2 x 4 piece of lumber and hit the poor philosopher on the head.  Hence the man was now greeted with the facts of life and had hopefully acquired the wisdom of the realist.  

Life is mostly about routine, survival, doing, and work.  Mostly.  There is also ego which shows up after while demanding that its expression is vital and necessary.  It does it's big show, and everyone moves on.  Then we all return to the land of work and routine which provides for the vast majority of life's "show". 

The intellectual of course must have his or her day as to must the spiritualist to what extent the two camps can be separated into disparate fields of inquiry.  The two fields are, of course, rather similar in that often they are vague and full of speculation.  Yet the more one practices either discipline the closer one gets to the ultimate answers.  You see it's the questions that don't go away!

You can't get rid of the story, you can't get rid of the questions.  The trouble with realism is that it doesn't usually like either of these things.  Questions may make the realist question his whole purpose for existence.  Stories distract realists from their personal ambitions.  No one likes a story intruding into his or her personal story!  And yet the realists are the majority and in all likelihood the vast majority.

Even realists have stories that they believe in depending on how they grew up and with who.  There has probably been a creation myth of some sort with human "civilization" long before the Egyptians started it.   There where probably always skeptics even back then.  They probably didn't make their voices heard so loudly because the priests ran things in most civilizations and the king, pharaoh, or emperor probably liked having someone around insisting he had the gods right to rule.  Everyone under the Sun needs some justification right?  Especially if they are going around looting everyone else for sure!  

In any case it was unsafe to be a skeptical realist like the type we find in the modern world back in the day, so the skeptic had to hide behind just shutting their mouth and pretending that the king and his pack of priests had it all figured out.  During such times the realists were still probably the majority but many fools were born during such times who, being young and unacquainted with the nature of the lie, believed the lies the priests told them about reality.  It was such a blessing that science came along when it did and broke that whole pattern rather thoroughly or sort of thoroughly in some small circles in any case.

But then there were still those troubling questions.  Especially about life after death.  And why were some born lucky while others not so much?  Why did some seem to win life's lottery while others starved to death in the streets?  That didn't seem fair.  The realist would then have to add randomness into his idea of the universe to account for it.  Well, some are lucky, some are not, then you die.  That is the realist world view.

But what about, then, our desire for justice for our lives?  If there is no god to blame outside ourselves, then why are we here?  Randomness and chance universes poping out of nowhere?  Things poping into existence from the void?  What's a void anyway?  I can guarantee you it's probably not an interesting place for us to have poped into existence from it!

Before I get into any straw dog fallacies here, I'd like to get to the point.  The question is out there.  Why are we here?  And the answer has to satisfy to the pleasure of my ear.  Not just my ear, but anyone's ear.  You won't sell a version of the world that doesn't say pleasure to anyone.  It's just not possible.  Try it if you don't believe me.  It can't be done I tell you.  Perhaps it's a fallacy of human existence, but I think not.  I think it goes to the nature of the universe.  It was created from pleasure, for pleasure, and by pleasure.  And if it wasn't, then I'm sure you'll find you can't prove me wrong and any attempt to do so will only show you how out of touch you are!

It's a sexier version of the universe than is perhaps acceptable to our down and out times while we wallow in the mud of our misery.  Surely, it can't be so, the whiners will insist.  A universe built on pleasure?  Pfff...impossible is what they will say.  It can't be done!  It simply can't be done!

But ye of little faith!  Why not try once in awhile?  Why not try?  You see the game's in the flirt!  And I tell you the universe can't be any different!  It's inconceivable that it could be any sort of lost mathematician's calculation that went insane trying to count itself to everything.  No one could count that much I say, no one!  It can't be done!  It simply can't be done!  And surely those who try must be bored to death or bored beyond death.  I suppose in this day and age it's best not to be technical about these sorts of things.

If the meaning of existence is pleasure, then what the hell is all that other stuff that happens?  Well, as you should already well know, the devil is in the details.  You see you can't have pleasure without losing something.  Try it sometime if you don't believe me!  It can't be done I tell you!  If you drink too much you lose your sobriety.  If you screw too much you lose your stamina (if you're a man in any case).  If you eat too much you lose your nice figure.  You see?  What the hell kind of world is that?  You can't make this shit up folks, those are the breaks of being alive here on Earth.

So why does life exist again?  It's a long story actually.  All I can offer you is my understanding of it.  I believe life exists to evolve through pleasure in order to expand its ability to self actualize as centers of consciousness.  In this it forms relationships to others and expands its network of love.  As the network expands, so do does the karmic connection to certain realities that exist in transdimensional space outside of our third dimensional consciousness.  Because the process has no end once it begins for any individual, it is essentially an infinitely complex expansion of consciousness broken by periodic contractions in consciousness which continually grows the soul over eternity.  

As the soul expands it reaches new levels of consciousness periodically.  During this time the soul enters a crisis because it must integrate further in order to expand further.  Crisis cause the soul to temporarily cease growth in order to learn what has happened.  This is the birth of knowledge.  Without knowledge, growth would be always cease and fall back into nothingness.  Beings would be born, lose consciousness, and return back to the bottom of creation.  There would be no progress of the soul.  Without a progress of the soul we would live in a world that was defined by randomness as described in many current scientific paradigms.  Life would exist but as a trick.  You would be born, then die into nothingness forever.  Such an idea cannot be conceived as any attempt to do so results in resistance within the self.  The soul rejects the idea of life without an afterlife.  

The mind can hold the idea, which is why all skeptical realists are intellectuals.  Yet the darkness of their own idea is self apparent.  The advantage is that they can function in this world probably better than any spiritualist without alot of practical experience.  Having such a focus on this world is immensely useful.  It allows the mind's focus to be here and now.  This allows for easy access to success in this world.  The disadvantage of this position is that it does not allow for any access to any possible transpersonal knowledge if such knowledge exists.  The skeptic, if rigidly dogmatic, rejecting all spiritual speculation, also closes down access to any possible metaphysical knowledge that they may themselves may possess.  This may be good or bad depending on any number of scenarios drawn up by more creative thinkers.  Watch out!  There are artists ahead!  And they be messin with that realist big time..

Life surely exists for artists to torment the skeptic!  

Why is it so important to know why we exist?  Of course, that is the least important thing to know!  It's only important to know we live forever!  That I think is the secret of art.  That's classified above your need to know, so you didn't hear it from me.