You Say Hate, I Say No

The concept of hatred is absurd to the materialist. The nature of all thing is the state in which they were to always eventually exist. The postulation of alternative outcomes and realities beyond purely theoretical and analytical context is absurd for alternate outcomes and realities could never have come to be in this universe as they are now. The soul-believer may argue alternates with the soul as a hinge, but the materialist may not. Hatred is grounded in the belief that something is bad, wrong or evil. These notions may only originate in the comparisons of that which is with that which may have been; however, how things are is all that is and could be. To the materialist, therefore, notions of hatred are absurd as would be cursing the sun for rising. This is easily extended to encompass the entirety of discontent with how things may be. Such things were always to be this way and it is absurd to postulate existence being any other way.

To all those who would say that nihilism is evil or hateful I say that their words stand as a testament to their own closed-mindedness and obscured perspective of thought. Perhaps, eventually, people will stop using the labels of “evil” and “bad” and in their place ask why they feel that way and, ideally, what circumstances and rationalizations (or lack thereof) brought that “evil” person to act as they did; the perpetual use of “evil” spawns irrational hatred which stands as a massive obstacle in the place of human intellectual development which is directly connected to scientific progress.

Surely nihilism is happiness?

Only Idiots Feel Insulted

Consider the scenario where one individual aggressively declares that another individual is unattractive. Naturally the person insulted may become upset. This is absurd for two reasons. Foremost, the first individual is bringing the insult about as a biological desire which resulted from neurological operations. There is no soul to blame, therefore to take offense is synonymous with taking offense to the rock for falling. Alternatively, one may permit the insult to be measured in two components which necessarily compose the reasoning behind the insult. It is possible that the first individual truly does believe that the second is unattractive. In this case the first individual speaks simply their subjective truth and so the second individual need only view the remark as a piece of subjective information which the first individual cannot control. The second component of the insult would be that which is facilitated specifically to cause insult and contains no subjective truth to the first individual; in this case there is no reason to take offense for the first individual is simply lying to achieve their biological goals which is as absurd as blaming that same rock.

What a wonderful thing this grants the nihilist over the moralist. A nihilist is not angry and has no grounds to respond irrationally to insult or be saddened by the petty (or serious, for that matter) remarks of another human.

Surely nihilism is happiness?

Sorry for Apologizing

The idea of regret (and the “apology”) is unfounded. On a social level this practice is reasonable insofar as an expression of sympathy; however, the extension of the practice such that it retains a sort of ethical or moral imperative with meaning is absurd give the premise of materialism. The past could only have reasonably resulted in a single future which makes a notion of acting upon the comparison of multiple possible outcomes or realities unreasonable. One may apologize to the ant for the raindrop which has impaled it out of sympathetic acknowledgment (no doubt driven by biological imperative), but a future in which the raindrop did not hit that very ant is an absurd scenario to postulate for the state of the universe before that moment would have had to be different back to the beginning of space and time. This is an absurd case as a different beginning of space and time would result in unpredictable and extreme alterations to the entire universe and it is entirely possible that no beginning state exists which could reasonably result in the alternate universe being used for comparison.

How liberating this truly is. Religions and morality hold that one should feel unhappy as a result of one’s actions. This creates a system in which one does as they see is necessary, naturally, and for that is asked to express social regret. This creates a very unnecessarily complex and unhappy situation which can only be known as oppressive. We should move for the future and in it seek the treasures of our existence, not dwell in the past with regret and remorse. How sad is the person who wastes more of their limited time by re-living the supposed “mistakes” of the past.

Surely nihilism is happiness?

What I Am

I am a fleshy machine, operating as has been dictated until such time as I cannot, at which point the mechanism fails and the components of the machine resume their basic forms to eventually participate in the operation of another machine.  I reside in my brain via neurons which fire in concert with those adjacent to produce an orchestra of operation that creates order.  This grants me the ability to think and process information insofar as my physical neural network allows even with some level, residing in the prefrontal cortex, which allows me to interpret my own social residence and relationships both of my self and of others.  This does not grant me an absolute connection to anything, nor the ability to violate that which has been physically dictated; however, it allows me an illusion of such things so the machine may function in the complex existence in which it resides.  My understanding of myself comes as a product of my nature and retains a level of mystery; such is usually addressed as a presence known as “God” or the unimaginable absolute, yet the nature of absolute mystery needs not be absolute in nature.  I cannot comprehend my operation and existence–as may be impossible–yet while this does not place the infinite in my grasp, it allows me the illusion that the finite beside me and composing me is the infinite.
The infinite does not care for me.  The universe would not take notice to my ending as a functioning being, for I am infinitely insignificant.  There is no god to care and nothing to mind beyond the other finite and infinitely insignificant beings amongst the planet Earth which ultimately shall fail to function. There is no good by which I must abide or should abide, but only the actions for which I feel rewarded when I promote the operation of my own machine and it’s only goal of reproduction.  This leaves me as ultimately worthless.
This does not alter the mystery.  I am still able to pursue understanding and bathe in that which I am granted physiologically.  It is not “the nature of the universe”; however, to me it may as well be.  My body grants me this illusion of God or meaning so that I may operate and experience joy in my finite world.  Ideologically my universe is in my grasp and I am unimaginably significant.  In my perceived universe there are absolutes. This does not make such things the absolute unchanging nature of everything, but simply neuro-chemical reactions to which I am subject to completely.
I do not write this paper for my better understanding of what is right or wrong, but to support my grade.  My grade I support so I may become educated and that I may gain money and social influence. I write this paper so my genes appear as the more significantly diverse of the lot so through biological desire for genetic diversity I may procreate.  I write this paper so I may continue learning and understanding nature and myself so I may better protect my own functioning and existence.  I can explain, vaguely, why I do some of the things I do, yet ultimately I continue to eat and breathe.  I continue to write this paper even with the understanding of the anthropological implications of my doing so simply because in doing this I believe I may derive pleasure.  At this moment I drink a Diet Coke, breathe, and type; all these actions I can explain why my biological self would desire such things and yet this does not have to negate the fact I am doing so.  I am a bag of flesh on a warm piece of dust in space, yet to me and in my perception of the universe there is more–there is me–and this allows me to continue.  I am a magnificent machine of infinite insignificance enjoying mysterious pleasure as often as I can.