Fate implies means, and means implies ends.

I know I should probably be spending this chunk of the two and a half hours I have before class more wisely than on a blog entry, but my mind has been infiltrated with thoughts and if I don't get them down and out, I won't be able to process anything else today.

Hello collectivity.

Hello bottom-up implementation of societal norms.

Hello web.

I read something very tangible to me today on facebook, of all places.

To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.

I want to delve a little deeper into a specific idea in this quote, and that is the presence of fate.

Let's just talk about the idea of fate.

Fate is defined as "the development of events beyond ones control."

Most of the time, we look at this definition and see "beyond ones control" and if there is any discrepancy with the idea of fate it lies there. Most of the time.

This time, I want to look at the former excerpt, "the development."

Fate is not an end. It's not the hindsight, or the recollection. It's the development.

Fate is the means.

Fate implies means, and means implies ends.

Humans are crazy, crazy creatures. It doesn't take something happening to gather emotions about it, or feelings toward it. It just takes the materialization of the idea.

We are creatures who get by on suppression. Sometimes we are faced with foresight and intuition that we don't like. We get by because we have conditioned ourselves into mastering the art of suppression.

I have, anyway. Maybe I shouldn't speak for all of us.

And it doesn't make me better. That makes me worse.

But who likes to think about the end?

Who likes to think about demise and cessation?

I'm not strong enough.

To believe in fate takes a strength that I don't have.

I am too free.

So here we go: I don't believe in an end, really.

I believe in unity.

I believe everything emulates a brain.

Connections, connections, connections.

Look at the world, at how we operate on a day-to-day basis.

What are you doing RIGHT now? If you're reading this, you're on a computer screen which is connected to a bunch of hardware which is connected to wires which are connected to a wall.

The progress of the world is the exponential growth in connections.

That's beautiful.

Since the beginning of time, we've been trying to make things a little easier. To create order out of chaos, so to speak. This chaotic mess that we're in that some like to call earth, is one big brain that's right in the the middle of evolving.

All of the brains in the world, in the history of humanity, have been collectively working to make...

a big fucking brain.

So what are we? And what's inside our brains that we can't see?

It always goes back to identity with me, doesn't it?