Uncharted Thoughts.

AI FREE ZONE

It was famously said by Friedrich Nietzsche “if you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you”. Pardoning the dramatics of its formulation, there are few statements that are as true as this one.

While there are many philosophers and endless quotes of human inspiration and despair, some more eloquently told than others, this quote of knowledge, or darkness and the search for more lingers over me like a gospel more than any kind of theory.

It has come to my attention that I have looked into the abyss, and it has looked into my soul and stained it with a mark so black, it sucks the life from me in ways I once thought unimaginable.

Though I have always thought that I understood the world, that my frontal lobe was developed, working and consciousness was a gift I had been granted and took pleasure in it’s many abilities. Once I gazed into that abyss, I am now unsure of my previous cognitive abilities. As though I were in a dream state for the last twenty eight years, and now at thirty one years old, these last three years has been the only time I was awake.

The dream state before was not a shimmering ocean, with a clear sky of sunshine and rainbows, rather it was a strange contorted nightmare of uncertainty. Weeks of joy, followed by months of anxiety, moments of euphoria and tears of joy, only to be succeeded by tides of depression and confusion.

The three years in which the abyss has left its mark upon me are not filled with depression, nor joy. Most that I speak to of this matter expected it to be a stain of some dark feeling, a depressive, joyless grip around my soul that never waivers. Instead the dark abyss lay upon me the weight of hopelessness.

A feeling of pure and utter hopelessness.

There is no fixing the human condition, neither its vices. Rather we are all to die by our own destiny. We were designed to fail, to collapse and cause the upmost pain to one another, and onto those we share this planet with. The utopia we were gifted by divine or accident, was cursed to host us.

I see no light in the future outside of the small joys of distraction we have given ourselves. For beyond the TV screens, the sunshine BBQs and electric substances we pulse through out bodies, we are all witnessing the end of our species in real time.

Every system we have tried, results in destruction, death and pain. Perhaps that is why Friedrich Nietzsche also graced us with “To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering”.

We changed, we diverted and evolved to sustain from further suffering, only to cause more suffering than we could ever imagine.

We decided to stand on two legs, so we could see predators from further away. We learnt how to run, so we could exhaust those we hunted. We invented languages, and created religions so we could control the masses. We organised kingdoms and forms of government, only to watch them become corrupted.

After 70 years in a period of ‘peace’ we are once again setting foot into territory of destruction and chaos. It feels that this time the capabilities advanced by years of peace has allowed for us to create devises and systems so destructive the suffering of humankind, the planet and all that lives upon it will be beyond imagining.

We created systems, be it communism, socialism, capitalism, democracy, theocracy, dictatorships, monarchs or republics, only for them all to be unworthy of peace, prosperity and equality. We have failed, time and time again to find the solution, and once again we are standing on a cliff, looking down at a reset, one we may not recover from.

Which leaves us with another quote, one that perhaps needs adapting. George Santayana, once wrote “Those that cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”.

I live in the UK, and never has there been such a sense of fear, frustration and turmoil as I have seen in my lifetime.

With a impossible housing market, a crumbling health service, stagnated wages, millions of unemployed, homelessness, drug abuse and anti-social behaviour on the rise, a lack of funding for the overstretched police force, illegal migrants and cheap foreign labour, as well as the obvious insurgence of Islam and the return of hard racism, it is impossible to see a way out of this nightmere.

For those reading and enraged by my mentioning of Islam, illegal migrants and cheap foreign labour, I will remind you that I care not of the colour of a persons skin, but only the content of their character. Criticising Islam and criticising communism or fascism is one and the same. Ideas, scriptures and religions are all up for debate, that is a freedom we hold and should treasure here in the west.

The Abyss is hopelessness to me. It is the certainty that there is no positive future for mankind, that we are destined to repeat ourselves until we finally vanquish ourselves from negligence of the planet, or our own souls.

The UK will decent into chaos, our governments will either turn fascist, or the flood gates will break and our land will be one of strangers. Already, our culture has reduced to AI art in lifeless pubs and weekend brawls infused with Ketamine and cocaine. Slaves to materialism, football and reality TV shows on TV trays.

I fear not for the survival of the UK for it is gone, and much like the health of the planet, it is too little too late. We will be a island of failed promise.

To say I am the abyss, doesn’t mean that I am a black hole, or a source of depression. It means that there is no hope left in me for the future, that the Abyss has consumed me and all that will happen, will happen. I used to turn on the TV or check in with the News on regular occasions in hopes that things will get better after a catastrophic event. Now, I shrug my shoulders and await my turn.

It is late now, and I have work tomorrow morning. So I will leave you with this horrifying quote “When you’ve lost everything, you’ve nothing left to loose” – Ken Follett