Humans Have the Right to Be Wrong
Humans have the right to be wrong. Our default is wrong.
You practically have to twist a persons arm to make them act in a way that makes any sense. Instead of wasting time arm twisting I say just leave people alone. Let them fuck up. Let them be wrong. In fact it’s the only thing we’re good at. So much time is wasted organizing beliefs. This idea is taller, this idea is shorter, this idea drinks too much and gets rowdy with its neighbors. How many people have died due to it? We fundamentally are not special, or unique in comparison to one another. Our beliefs are no different. There is no concrete, no truth. The only thing we have in this world is sensation. Our minds are incapable of perceiving the universe candidly. We can never know its fundamental nature. What I mean is, we cannot understand our world just as a frog cannot understand a combustion engine. A humans goals warp their ability to understand concepts to the point where a brain isn’t worth the matter it’s made of. Instead of trying to understand the universe we should be doing what we can to cope with how badly we’d like to.
I’m attaching a short interview I conducted with a four foot tall green alien man I met at a local bar. I find it illuminating.
“The idea that any thought you have is separable from your friends here is hubris. It’s the worst kind of hubris in fact. It’s arrogant. It’s obscene. Frankly it’s disgusting.
That’s what I like about you.
You aren’t afraid to show how arrogant you are. You really do think you are special and it shows. Every snide look, every hushed whisper is a smoking gun. You are literally holding a smoking gun. Please stop waving that thing around it’s jarring for everyone else in the room. Look you made the kid by the pinball machine cry. Go give him some quarters or something.…
You are the worst kind of hive mind.
The kind that can’t work together. A hive mind that is continually self sabotaging. You all have the same goal. You all want to eat, sleep, and feel loved. The way you get at it really shouldn’t be of any concern. Why can’t you just let each other be happy?”
After we left the bar this little green man was beaten to death by some kids for the rest of his quarters. He didn’t have a gun like I did. I might not carry any bullets, but the outline in my pants still scares strangers.
Appearances are everything.