Yes. This is the type of challenge I need today.
Normalcy doesn’t exist. It’s a social construct inflicted, yes – inflicted, upon the greater population to form a primary grouping of like-minded/looking individuals. Deviation from this “norm” will result in isolation, rejection, and oftentimes unhappiness from all parties. Compare this to the movement of “being weird”, which is exactly the same concept… except that it creates a sub-culture, which then becomes a new “norm” based on rise in population/followers.
I don’t know how I feel about a house knowing that I’m inside of it. I think it would be like that Disney movie, where the house was smart. Smart House, I think? I know we’re working towards that really. Consciousness is defined as “the state of being awake and aware of one's surroundings,” versus Sentientism, “able to perceive or feel things,”. If a house were then conscious, would it be able to reject us? This question greatly troubles me, especially with my years of playing The Sims. Being aware of us, versus anticipating our needs are quite the opposite… right? Or in being conscious, are they then aware?
I’ll think on this more. Maybe.
A God? Hm. This is subjective and I can answer only for myself here. I think God is an idea, a concept developed to console individuals in excruciating life circumstances that seem unbearable. This suffering is forced upon them, and with little to no resources they have few options for betterment. Thus the idea of God is born by their oppressor’s in hopes of consoling these individuals that while life here is hard – it’ll be better later. Delayed gratification of the cruelest form.
I hope there is a large ball of string. I think I want to see this string… if only it were string cheese. That would be gross though after a short while. I wouldn’t want to see dinosaurs’ bones either. The concept of the roadside attractions I think has passed. It is a relic of “simpler times”. I really like quotations today. Before the internet age, before technology as we know it. When wonders were daily, and we dreamed of the stars. Were things better then? Do I long for a time when I’d be dead without modern medicine? Not particularly. I think nostalgia exists when we feel let down by our current surroundings and our ability to directly impact them seems out of reach.