In yesterday's article, I wrote about my philosophical understanding of consciousness, which you can read here. It talks about how the source is conscious, how everything stems from one original consciousness, and how that consciousness doesn't really care about us, according to the ancient Sanskrit text, which I quoted.
This led to an existential look at life which ended up rather cynical, for that's life when you get to my advanced age. Nothing new there. I then decided to feed my 2000 word article to Claude AI chatbot and asked for a philosophical critique, as well as a psychological analysis of myself, based on my article.
Claude AI immediately said I should see a shrink, that I need clinical help. How about that for a second helping of cynicism for you? These chatbots are smart, I'm sure you have noticed. Should I be worried? The smartest brain in the world just told me a urgently need psychiatric help. It could be right, I may be going mad. Life on earth will do that to you if you look at it too philosophically.
Who isn't in an existential crisis about life on earth right now? I mean what is it for, now that the suffering of many has increased under war, disease and genocide this decade? Let's not even add the economic pressure of life on earth and trying to survive without becoming a prostitute, in a manner of speaking.
So I am going mad, it's official. As one wise man once said, to be sane in an insane world... Something along those lines. Mostly my chatbot analyst thinks I'm depressed. And that is part of my attitude to our current life on earth, I'll agree. Life looks depressing to me from a philosophical point of view.
As an armchair philosopher, I can look at the activities on the planet from my elevated ivory tower of relative comfort, far away from the madding crowd, way down on the south coast of Africa, and I can see the downtrend in society, in civilization. In the past almost 60 years since my birth, life is looking worse by the decade.
Never before has it looked so bad to me, as we hover on the brink of WW3 and one of the worst genocides ever is being televised daily for all to see, funded and fueled by the most powerful nation on earth, the leader of the free world, the bastion of civility and human rights. Who wouldn't get cynical and depressed looking at all this play out.
Anyway, fortunately I have my trusty AI chatbot to alert me to the obvious. That life on earth is driving me mad. After all, my crypto wallet with all my savings here on Hive has crashed close to an all time low in token value. Seven years on Hive and all my savings down the drain. Luckily I still have my day job as a wage slave. Trying to accumulate assets and accrue value via my personal hard work of creating original written articles has all gone up in smoke. Luckily I have masses of stoic philosophical training and texts in Sanskrit to steel my resolve despite the sinking ship.
Yet those same Sanskrit texts, about which I commented yesterday, and which led to Professor Chatbot labelling me as in need of psychological help, tell me that the source of this planet and all the misery and death going on, does not really care about the creation or about us. Who wouldn't find that existential truth rather depressing?
And that's why I write. I use this sinking ship called Hive to publish my dairy of a nobody on the road to nowhere with nothing to show for all the hard effort. Today is my seven year anniversary here on Hive, thank you very much. Millions of words published, over 1300 essays on multiple subjects, all worth pittance now, after years of saving.
At least the essays are still here on the blockchain, for now, while it lasts. So that's a consolation. I don't mind being diagnosed as having depression, it makes me feel human, with feelings which are correct for this kind of reality going on right now.
Yet this is only the persona I present in my written words. The rest of me is quite fine, thank you. I have, as I said, plenty of emotional resilience, anti-fragility, money for food, philosophical insight into reality based on the Sanskrit texts, and so I can actually afford to entertain a depressing persona or perspective of life. I know it's just a front. But does Claude AI chatbot know that?
It seems not. Or is Doctor Chatbot actually smarter than me and seeing something that I am avoiding - a serious mental problem? Perhaps. I don't mind having a broken mind. It gives me something to think about, a distraction from the fact that this ship of fools is sailing toward the edge of the world and is about to fall off.
Fortunately writing is therapeutic, so my shrink would be proud of me telling the world about my journey through the mind, even if nobody reads it. I write more for me and not for any audience any more. There is no audience here anyway, so I can say what like. What a pleasure. Who knows how long this pleasure of free speech will last, of course. Freedoms and human rights are being taken away by the day in the topmost nations that lead the charge. Some nations never had freedom of speech to begin with, so I'm actually doing alright here for now.
So thanks Doc, I feel better with your diagnosis and my therapy is going well right here. Let me read some more Sanskrit texts and find out what the original philosophers and psychiatrists have to say. It seems they agree that life on earth will get worse by the century, that it is a madhouse full of people in deep illusion and delusion, that nothing is worth anything here, it's all a dream, we all die anyway. Right. Got it. Now we know, both theoretically and literally. The more you know the worse it gets, which is why ignorance is bliss.
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