Cognisant
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I think introspection leads to apathy, it may even be a form of neurosis, I can't remember it right now but there's a saying about not staring into a mirror too long because the reflection is a lie and will drive you mad. Truly your reflection is not what you look like, it's reversed, hence the trick of writing cursive in a reflection to make it illegible to the casual observer, anyway the mind's eye likewise can't view itself so if you're thinking about yourself you're merely thinking about who you perceive yourself to be, and in the mind perceptions are incredibly malleable.
So what is there to be gained from introspection if it's inherently inaccurate?
Furthermore the point of this thread, when you stop to consider who you are and what you're doing you detach yourself from it and that detachment reduces your interest, indeed you begin to question what you're doing and why you're doing it, you may even be forcing the drudgery of reality to compete with the right-now satisfaction of the imagination. In it's most extreme form this apathy born of introspection becomes existential fatalism or nihilism as you realise that no matter what it is you're doing ultimately it's all pointless/meaningless anyway, there is no achievement or reward that won't be taken away by death.
People say death motivates everything we do, I quite disagree, I've been planning life extension since I was sixteen, I think I need to believe there's at least a faint possibility that everything I do isn't in vain, that one day all my efforts will amount to something, because without that I don't know how I'd motivate myself to care about anything.
So what is there to be gained from introspection if it's inherently inaccurate?
Furthermore the point of this thread, when you stop to consider who you are and what you're doing you detach yourself from it and that detachment reduces your interest, indeed you begin to question what you're doing and why you're doing it, you may even be forcing the drudgery of reality to compete with the right-now satisfaction of the imagination. In it's most extreme form this apathy born of introspection becomes existential fatalism or nihilism as you realise that no matter what it is you're doing ultimately it's all pointless/meaningless anyway, there is no achievement or reward that won't be taken away by death.
People say death motivates everything we do, I quite disagree, I've been planning life extension since I was sixteen, I think I need to believe there's at least a faint possibility that everything I do isn't in vain, that one day all my efforts will amount to something, because without that I don't know how I'd motivate myself to care about anything.