As humans, we long for a purely good idea in our lives.
We crave a purity that cannot be corrupted or tainted and we look for it everywhere, we may have always done this.
We define gods that are completely "good" but if they can't be one hundred percent "good", we aim for "fair" at the least. Then we make excuses to preserve our desire for that all powerful "good".
Or at least, to shun evil and deception.
I can remember not long ago, the big bad internet stunned us all. I mean, a collection of human knowledge, all at the tips of our fingers and all we had to do was ask.
It was good, almost purely good and we began to struggle with just how to ask it a question, to get the results we wanted.
But we trusted it, oh how we trusted it. We wanted to tell people that we "knew" because we had learned. From reading it on the internet.
It was something we held special, sacred, an idea that there was a thing in our world that would not deceive us.
If we needed to learn about malaria, all we had to do was type it (we didn't even need to know how to spell it because our all good internet would help us with that too).
It was perfection and for a while, we bathed in it's glory. Life was good.
Then somehow, some way, we turned that good into something "less than good". Less than honest. As in, merely being in the proximity of a human for any length of time, was to corrupt.
But perhappers that is natural, normal. If we do not test our knowledge against claims of the opposite, how can we solidify what we believe is truth?
Nowadays it seems, the big bad internet has become something of an abomination. If you look, you can find not only information about malaria, but somewhere, someone has probs posed a convincing argument, about how malaria is good for humans and how you should seek it out.
And for whatever reason, the internet is no longer pure. It can no longer be taken as "factual".
But mabes I'm being too small minded, it is a Friday and the end of a long week of spring break for the kids (a spring break where it's been cold and rain-mixed-with-snow all week nonetheless)...
If I open my scope, I can see that we once believed in the television as "good". It brought us news and weather and information we needed and wanted.
But my scope's opening too far now. I can see the newspaper back in "the old days". I can see that people put faith in it and in other written words.
People believed in books once eh.
Then, oh poor scope, I needed you once just like the internet, you had a good run...
Then I can wonder about cavemen, sitting around their cave fires, telling stories to each other as they snuggled beneath woolly mammoth skins.
Did one caveman suddenly need to deceive his fellow cave people with his story about how he killed a saber tooth tiger? Was he an elder cave person and was his society about to abandon him if he did not "contribute"..?
For whatever reason, we have a real need in ourselves, to lie, to deceive. And it's so powerful that we constantly long for something that is impossible to lie to us.
If you think I've gone a bit too crazy bein' stuck in the house with my kids too long, consider this...
If your wife has grown old, wrinkly, grey haired...
If she has gotten rather large around the waist and her boobs have sagged to their breaking points...
If she has a big old zit above her left eyebrow and it's seeping yellow nast into her brow hairs...
If she puts on a fancy dress and asks you how she looks...
Do you tell her she still looks gorgeous?
If your wife wants to go on a diet, wants to loose weight and be healthier but she needs to remove all the good food in your house, nothing with sugar in it, no milk, no pop, no juices, no potato chips, no ice cream, no chocolate, nothing but untainted meats and fruits and vegetables...
Do you support her decision and tell her that's a great idea and let's all get healthier..?
Or do you tell her she's crazy and you need your sugars, your coffee, your beer.
If your husband tells you he wants to be a writer, and that he's written a book that he wants to try to get published and he wants you to read it so you can tell him how good it is...
Do you read, get to the end then stomp that dream into a coma by telling him that it sucks and it's a complete waste of time? That no one will ever want to read anything he's written or will ever write?
It seems like sometimes, we are not meant to have a universal, constant truth. That if that truth comes from a human, is transported by a human or is anywhere near a human's touch, that it simply is not true. It can't be, by definition.
But then, you're reading this right now and I'm typing it huh. We're both humans aren't we.
