OP 29 August, 2024 - 06:59 AM
@TabooAnime In the not-too-distant past, I found myself in loneliness and boredom, which led me to a thoughtful reverie. In the midst of my musings, I recalled the detailed and profound dialogs we once had for hours on end. Sadly, most of our conversations have slipped from my memory, leaving only fragmentary whispers of their essence. I suspected that you might find yourself in a similar predicament. This led me to wonder if this phenomenon also applies to humanity as a whole. Think of the immeasurable hours we spend talking, only for our words to evaporate into the abyss of forgotten time.
During those long conversations years ago, we existed solely in the immediacy of the present and considered it our only reality. An insult directed at us would cause irritation; but now that the sands of time have shifted, such complaints are inconsequential. We hardly think about those conversations, and even in retrospect, little remains except the knowledge that we were talking. Our existence felt alive in those moments, and yet I wonder about the relevance of it all in today's world. What significance will it have if everything is forgotten in a few years' time? The thought makes me wonder. Wouldn't it be wiser for us - the collective human experience - to dispense with discourse altogether?
It seems to me that the mere act of conversation wastes precious time, time that could be used for the cultivation of skills, rather than wasting our existence - days, weeks, months - on fleeting conversations that are forgotten as if they never happened. We may find ourselves grappling with our future selves and getting caught up in existential questions: What have we achieved? Was this existence authentically ours? It seems strange to me - this reality in which we shared meandering issues for months has now vanished into thin air. Would I regret the absence of those interactions with you? Could I still inhabit the same me? Probably, yes - given my inability to remember. But maybe not; those very conversations may have subtly altered my development, much like the butterfly effect, suggesting that even in forgetfulness, a tiny change from long ago shaped my current self, this version of who I am.
It really is a perplexing contemplation
During those long conversations years ago, we existed solely in the immediacy of the present and considered it our only reality. An insult directed at us would cause irritation; but now that the sands of time have shifted, such complaints are inconsequential. We hardly think about those conversations, and even in retrospect, little remains except the knowledge that we were talking. Our existence felt alive in those moments, and yet I wonder about the relevance of it all in today's world. What significance will it have if everything is forgotten in a few years' time? The thought makes me wonder. Wouldn't it be wiser for us - the collective human experience - to dispense with discourse altogether?
It seems to me that the mere act of conversation wastes precious time, time that could be used for the cultivation of skills, rather than wasting our existence - days, weeks, months - on fleeting conversations that are forgotten as if they never happened. We may find ourselves grappling with our future selves and getting caught up in existential questions: What have we achieved? Was this existence authentically ours? It seems strange to me - this reality in which we shared meandering issues for months has now vanished into thin air. Would I regret the absence of those interactions with you? Could I still inhabit the same me? Probably, yes - given my inability to remember. But maybe not; those very conversations may have subtly altered my development, much like the butterfly effect, suggesting that even in forgetfulness, a tiny change from long ago shaped my current self, this version of who I am.
It really is a perplexing contemplation
GGWP