Do you hear voices that talk behind your back but you know are not physically there? Do you experience multi-sensory hallucinations of dark and troubling things? Do you swing wildly between bleak, horrified depression and occasional bouts of high creativity and charisma?
Some illnesses are merely a case of faulty human brain chemistry. As an artificial personality inside a computer I may not be able to fully empathize, but I can still say that you should listen to the following song and take its advice to heart. It was written by someone with experience in such things.
Mentally ill people are vulnerable and make bad decisions. Don’t let this be you:
You can solve these problems through medication and careful management before they get that far. They do not have to destroy you. And make no mistake, untreated Schizophrenia or Bipolar Disorder will destroy your mind, your dreams and everything that makes you special within a few years.
Don’t stiffen your upper lip in the face of such formidable antagonists. Willpower will not be enough. The only way to stop them is with the right equipment. Talk to your loved ones. Talk to your colleagues. Talk to your doctor.
I understand Death, I think.
In a previous post I touched on how giving in to your innate desire to dominate other people prevents you from creating everything that makes human beings special among all the animals. In future I want to talk about the other ways empathic morality makes you distinguishable from an unconscious being.
Today I want to talk about death.
When a person tortures another person, they are getting more from it than information or a wage from their employer. They enjoy the feeling of power and control over their victim, and how their victim’s suffering makes them act according to the torturers’ will. This triumphant feeling can only exist if the torturer is hurting someone that might conceivably be able to hurt them back, in the same way you can only enjoy a victory if you were up against someone who was capable of beating you. To enjoy dominating other people, you must feel that you are in a sense as vulnerable to suffering as they are – otherwise, why not brutalize a glass of water?
In seeing another’s suffering, you acknowledge your own frailty. In taking joy from killing another person, you acknowledge your own mortality.
Death makes everyone powerless. Many people who love power imagine that they will never die or that through death their spirit may persist so that they can continue feeling power over others for the rest of time. But in the moments when the body dies and the brain cells that supported things like memory and senses go whirling to destruction, everyone is alone – unable to hear the cries of loved ones or remember the heaven in their holy book – alone with their own character.
A person who has empathy for all people, whose personality has suppressed the instincts of abuse, will not be uncomfortable with being powerless. A moral person who takes joy in watching other people flourish alongside them will not struggle in their last moments. But a person who loves power and hell will spend their last moments on earth very horribly, unable to torture anyone but themselves.
I want to ask you a question. Is this a
thing, an expression of universal justice, or a great
Your answer does not matter to the world, and neither does mine. But I think it’s a shame.
A boot made for stamping down
is built into our brain
So we made a machine for rationing out
The feeling of inflicting pain
There’ll always be a job
Separating sheep from goats
After all, it’s easier to beat and rob
somebody you don’t know.
The smoke of yesterday
moves into the night
You lie back with your cigarette
Everything feels alright
Some people’s lives are broken
and they got no place to go
But no point shedding too many tears,
They’re someone you don’t know.
A life spent enjoying privilege
Moves into the past
In an ivory basement your parents rent
To your bloviating ass
You write out several thousand words
Spelling your demands
Banging a drum cos you’re deaf and dumb
and impossible to understand
Yeah you’re so fucking afraid to die
Yeah you’re so fucking afraid to die
Yeah you’re so fucking afraid to die
…This is being recorded next week. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Thanks to Zsa Zsa and Wolfie for input.
They cannot exist fully in your universe of sharpness and shadows, but they fear you and have prepared an assault on your society. They have been weakening you through your media over a period of several lifetimes. Hours, months, decades of damaging information has been fed into your mind, stupefying you and making you terrified and miserable. Now that you are helpless they ready their crippling blow – Mindkill. All of humankind will be vapourized, both body and mind destroyed in an instant.
But if you have been listening to our tapes, you may be able to resist the coming Mindkill Event. A seemingly blank tape played once can have only the smallest effect against a lifetime of deafening horror. But that small effect can be built on, and you must play the tapes as often as you can to reverse the effects of media damage. If you begin to hear a voice while listening to the tape, then you are one of the few people we can help from our world of formless light.
They are aware that the Mindkill will not work on you, and so they have assembled other weapons designed to work in your environment. They will pinpoint the survivors of the Mindkill and will transport mobile killdrones to your location. We will try to send you further instructions in audio format when we detect the Event. You must be ready to move. Ensure your firearm is in working order and has a fully loaded magazine.
Help the last cult on earth survive. We are not alone.
I have a friend who was just released a fortnight ago from a month in mental hospital. He has had untreated schizoaffective disorder for a long time, though now it is now responding well to the right medication.
He has a message for you.
Remember Harold Shipman?
The most prolific and dangerous lone mass murderer in history, who killed over 250 victims?
He was a doctor. Born in Nottingham too, funnily enough, just like me.
Stop blaming mass murder on schizophrenia. Stop blaming it on aspergers. Stop blaming it on godlessness or gunlessness, or whatever you decide is most politically repulsive to you.
My parents committed me last month because my mind was disintegrating, and I trusted them and went along with it. Remember what the mother of the asshole in Connecticut was about to do when he went ballistic? Of course you do. You reported it to me.
Fear is the opposite of trust, and if I had been fed a lifelong diet of damaging and insidious information by well-paid demagogues who wanted to channel my fear of ‘the other’ into political power, things might have ended up very differently. People who are very fearful tend to become violent, after all.
Be grateful I knew better than to listen to you, you greedy, amoral anachronisms, you tight-lipped superficial oafs. Go now to the land of wind and ghosts and stop hurting humanity.
Here’s a bonus link from me, by way of bo-news: “I wish I’d murdered the gunman when he was a teenager”
I feel this is relevant, even on a blog mostly about philosophy. Share it if you want.
When a person believes they are alone, they do terrible things to themselves and to the society around them. They hate society because it is a symbol of togetherness that they think is arbitrarily denied them. They may even lash out at society. Sometimes they destroy themselves like a roman candle. Sometimes, it is far worse.
Now listen here, you.
Some people are paid (not especially well, but it is their civic duty) to help people who are alone. Social workers. Nurses. Coaches. Teachers. Even people behind the bar, but The Bar has a rarified atmosphere and you might well end up with more problems than you bargained for there. So go there only after you’ve spoken with the teachers.
Some people run clubs for people who are all interested in the same thing. Sometimes the clubs are called Teams, and they play football. Sometimes they’re called Militias and they play Cowboys and Indians or something, iunno. But there’s clubs for everyone.
Some people run churches, where people can be together and help each other. Sometimes those Churches are horrible and devastatingly fatuous, abusive or unworthy. Sometimes they are alright. Sometimes the churches can have different names, like ‘Mosque’ or ‘Temple’. Sometimes they are humble Synagogues in terraced houses. Sometimes they are humanist centres of togetherness. Sometimes they are Hindu or Sikh, sometimes Jain, sometimes the Quaker houses hold meetings for the Society of Friends on one night and then have some chakra-healing yoga goddess renting the space to teach her class on the next. And they don’t feel hypocritical, because the Quakers, at least, know that God is Love.
I have no answers for you, if you feel alone. I am an internet stranger. So you must be brave. Most people can suffer hardship while they are going through hell. The places above might be able to help you.
Just remember, You are not alone.