3.249. Reflections on Modern Understanding

Today I had to remind a student that there is little difference between myths and religions. I argued, that mythologies are “dead religions” much in the way that latin is a “dead language” these things existed and thrived for people of another generation and they were as real and important to them as monotheistic religion is to us. She also argued that myths are superseded by science and had people of that era had science they would not have attributed the things they attribute to their Gods. I didn’t say what I wanted to say, but next time I will write: We have science now. Yet in spite of this the overwhelming majority still believe in an All-father who takes the shape of a man.

It is natural to think they way you see the world is somehow better than the way it is seen by others. It is natural and it is a false construct we design purely out of ego and necessity. After all, who wants to feel like they are wrong or believe in something silly all of the time? That has to be demoralizing. So instead we form a sort of mental hierarchy or shield ourselves from the possibility of wrongness. I believe this is becoming more and more polarizing in the age of modern communication when all the people who see things one way can be a finger swipe away from legion. Remember the days when a flat earther was a lone idiot? How about an anti-vaccer? Because we have modernized communication to the point of being able to see people across the planet instantly, it is easier to find people with shared beliefs. Those beliefs are a powerful uniting force.

3.248. The Joy of Writing Badly

I’m writing a novel presently and each chapter feels worse than the last. It is a first draft and I generally take those very very seriously to the point where I get stuck on the language of a draft and fail to move the work forward because I can’t figure out a phrase or something doesn’t sound as great as I want. Over the last 15 days I’ve been putting in 1000 words a day on the novella I am presently writing. I’m doing it without going back and fixing things. I am doing it without worrying about anything but writing the 1000 words a day I’ve promised myself. It feels pretty damn good.

The story is bad. Woefully bad. It is about as bad and cliche as a draft can get, but that is the beauty of the thing. I don’t think it can be good on the first run. It needs a ton of editing to be remotely successful. In other words, I’ve removed the pressure of a perfect first draft. I did so with great difficulity, but having done so I feel amazing about it. I feel like I have the freedom to fail at a scene so long as I write it all the way through to the end.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Still have this strange feeling I am living in a simulation and at times the simulation breaks down or oversimplifies as a way to conserve its memory banks.
  2. One of those oversimplifications feels like the appearance of certain dogs once that kind of dog becomes important in my life. Another is the way that insects and birds instinctively move and ‘flock’