There is a sense in which people think nature is stupid.
They think a huge mistake was made when nature spawned man and that man is now going to turn around and destroy nature.
“Obviously” they say “nature doesn’t want that!”
But nature doesn’t mind what happens. All this stuff springs up and passes away. For no reason.
Sometimes reasons spring up. They have their day and when they are fulfilled puff they go like everything else.
Sometimes they don’t even get fulfilled they just get forgotten. It doesn’t matter; the same event happens to the fulfilled as well as the unfulfilled purpose eventually.
But nature, the tao, god or whatever sign you want doesn’t mind what happens.
What we’ve done when we say nature is stupid is separated a small part of nature from the rest and then attributed to it humanity.
We have made an image of a bit of nature we call earth and said it cares about going on as it is and it’s stupid because it has brought about it’s own destruction by giving birth to man.
But there are other planets.
There is the universe.
Really it’s an expression of our own fear for survival.
We want nature to be on our side. So we attribute to it our own interests.
“If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it’s your eyes He’s seeing through”
As depeche mode put it.
We call nature stupid because it isn’t fulfilling the purposes we want it to have; because it has no purposes.
It’s just stuff happening.
In a sense I’m being a spoil sport.
A bit like a person who runs out on the football pitch and screams at everyone
“It’s just a game!”
You know very well what game you’re playing.
You don’t need me to tell you.
But it is fun to put on that voice.
You enjoy it too.
It’s why you preach in the streets.
You enjoy it.
But that’s not enough is it? We need to pretend we’re being serious.
But it’s just a game because God’s in charge.
If you could get that you’d see there’s nothing for anyone to do.
But we want to be the hero don’t we. The star in our own movie.
So we cling to these fictions like hell and that because they make the game serious.
But you know deep down it’s bunk because God’s in charge and he loves us.
He does the good and the bad.
All things are from, through and to him.
You do know all things includes the evil.
But of course we can’t admit that because it means we couldn’t play the game anymore.
It’s a funny old thing.
Today I’ve been messing around with painting.
Now don’t go expecting any masterpiece because this is the first time I’ve played with paint since I was at school.
As is ever the case with me I am attempting to convey a meaning or realization. In this case it is about how any attempt to understand anything using language or logic (which is a kind of language after all) is futile.
So here is the artist’s (me) intended meaning for his painting:
The circle represents the world.
The various coloured segments (which should look like hexagons) represent our attempt to understand the world using language.
I chose hexagons because they can be made up out of a shape consisting of 3 lines. 1 line goes straight up and the other 2 go off in opposite directions.
This shape symbolises a simple sentence which is significant because all sentences (at least in the English language) can be reduced to simple sentences.
I won’t go into the deeper significance of this concept here because I have already described it in here.
The two purple lines that dissect in two in rose coloured lines represent how man is trapped in his attempt to understand the world if that attempt is made using language.
The chaos at the centre of the circle represents the increasing complexity that arises with each attempt at explaining causal phenomena.
The trap and the increasing complexity I have already described here.