Is fairness in life a possibility? (written while drinking whisky)

If fairness was no more then merely a vague theory, a wishful thought, or a positive claim in our world then what would that mean then for our hope as human beings? If fairness could not be trusted then then what would that mean?

 

 Oh who are we kidding, or who am I kidding, what makes anyone think fairness can be trusted anyway? We must be all doomed then right? whatever that means!

 

Will this magical “fairness,” if it were to exist at all, solve all the unfairness we now currently see in our lives? Will the agony of ghastly wounds, for example, or other multiple horrific life experiences be then be ultimately corrected because of it? Will this mythical fairness then restore the broken person to full health in the end? That seems unlikely though doesn't it given life’s contrasting reality?

 

Fairness seems to be foreign to our world in at least the use of reason wondering about it doesn’t it? True the world is beautiful and interesting but experience itself is tainted by the tragic and ugly.

 

Fairness is then what a giggly and overly positive pipe dream? Isn't that all it is don’t you think? Isn’t that the fairest answer to conclude from a hope in fairness prevailing in the end?

 

Fairness claims exist to us yes. Our moral judgment and it’s measurement evaluates the struggle of our experience and try’s to measure life to work out for the good. We work to make life even handed, just, and to work out beneficially by philosophical explanations so that the course of life gets fairly fulfilled.

 

The problem is the world and it's forces interfere with that optimistic perspective.  As we go about examining life honestly we struggle because of opposite contradictions. Intruding into that vague flimsy constructed hope life’s terms interfere by honestly fact checking our optimism. Fairness thereby gets partially bulldozed over.

 

 Evil then in it's suffocation in it’s resulting suffering and unfairness goes about acting indifferently to all our optimism. Unfairness  confuses that optimism of ours by squashing our hope to make sense of life which is to no end full of far too much chaos and confusion to reconcile easily with hope.

 

 Fairness haunts us then as we hunger after it like a hungry leech aspires to suck unto a bathers ankle. We want justice and fairness to prevail and for good to be the ultimate actor behind our fumbling and bumbling grasp of what really is happening in our struggling reality in this world. The question is then can we have confidence fairness resides over all of us? Well the jury is still out on that. As the philosophers and theologians amass their repetitious arguments and amass volumes of hypothesis their answers themselves prevent a certain conundrum to us.

 

The problem ultimately in life is is that life is littered with the beautiful and the horrific. Nothing in our life experience absolutely decides for us anything. We the vulnerable and impressionable open-mindedness people have no absolute answers. Nothing  absolutely describes or defines truth to us absolutely.

 

 If truth was easy business and available to everyone then more people would rest assured in it's agreed upon writings. They would be thereby confident that life has our destiny fairly secured. We would further conclude that human decision making can see our way clearly through it all. Our path would be universally obvious to us.

All who didn't realize that way as the truth "falsely," we’d say, missed discovering it because of their own failure.

 

 The truth however, in reality, is so mired in distraction and confusion that finding it is like searching through litter on the highway for a treasure that none of us knows anyway to certainly find.

 

Let us not despair though for beyond our hope for an antidotes for fairness the world itself still remains awesome. Beyond that confusion of life’s frightening reality is an awesome landfill of inestimable genius. Love is here too also in this world as historical figures, like Jesus, exemplify insight and inspiration to us. All is not lost then, at least not yet.

The understanding of the ages

In the beginning perhaps there wasn't anything, no space, stars, planets, nothing was there. Assuming these things were invented then the inventor must have had a wildly creative imagination. Why do I think so do you ask? Because the inventor decided to create planetary systems, orbiting projectiles elliptically orbiting a sun in an undisturbed orbit lasting billions of years all while moving uninterrupted.

 

The inventor structured an earth at a life sustaining distance from a sun and then unleashed hundreds of thousands of invented phenomena in the plants, animals, mammals that are all distinct and unique creatively and that function with peculiar habits and life sustaining patterns of existence.

 

The inventive mind created one species where every face differed substantially from every other face and they were the human beings. We human beings became aware of ourselves as we are ambitious to understand our world and organize ourselves. The moral struggle is then on in which the inventor perhaps set before people the many challenges that are in place that interfere with perfect moral harmony.

 

Why would the inventor create the conditions of earth to offer such contrast between beauty, happiness, peace with the haunting intrusions of war, hatred, plague and disease.

 

The consequences of thought left to develop and grow is no doubt going to lead to where the people using the thought wish to organize it and persuade by it’s use. The creator must have predicted this would happen and lead to the ideological contention we now know. Was it intentionally prepared like this then? When power is sought the political philosophies that are developed by us are harnessed and used all as ambitious groups compete for credibility and advantage. Was it meant to be like this? Could it be any other way with free roaming ideas?

 

If the world was created purposefully like this what is the end goal.  The genius behind it’s creation might be a transcending power who simply wills these terms into being and then watches them unfold calmly from afar. He never perhaps intercedes or only occasionally and very quietly as certain situations warrant it.

 

Beyond the created earth what else is possible by this eternal Being? Does creativity have limits, boundaries, ending points. Is this a taste, only a teasing, a sign of approach of something greater and grander and more pleasing and do we ever get to see it?

 

The creation of the Universe as a place pleasing to an Omnipotent transcending Being is perhaps pleasing in the infinitesimal subatomic realm as it also is on the grandest of all scales as well. What we know is that nature in the created order is profoundly interesting and increasingly complex in its variety as it’s discovered.

 

We are the discoverers trying to ascertain what these functions all are. The Omnipotent Being probably hardly rests on some moon in deep space. Maybe He abides everywhere and no where instantaneously. Maybe He exists in places beyond our star lit views on summer nights, out in the haunting reaches of infinite scope, lumbering there amid ancient terrain while satisfied in the deepness of His infinite imagination.

 

The power that we think of we hope has the moral integrity and the character of a great compassionate Being who we hope has an ability that can eventually right every wrong, heal every wound, bring peace out of all the aggression and conflict.

 

The weariness of us mankind is haunted by the cold earth and the top soil of the grave that keeps dwindling ever nearer. Death is approaching all as the world orbits on perhaps watched and observed as we move with it.

In confusion and uncertainty I stand

He sat with his head pulled back. The look he held was a blank looking stare. The look seemed to know something the people around him thought from watching him. The features on his face were interesting to the questioning and curios minds beside him. He seemed in this state to be in bewilderment or subjectively to be at a threshold point or an important juncture in life alive in his dimension of time.

 

The look suggested reassignment the people considered who were talking beside him. Perhaps his current philosophy, or any philosophy he'd perhaps studied for personal development, had now utterly failed to satisfy him to explain the truth of life.

 

The observers spoke quietly among themselves about him. It was like, they reasoned, the man was set adrift because of a great realization and now was like an old unwanted ship unsure where to go left to float far away.

 

The people were right about this. The man who now sat there was no longer able to trust in mans knowledge, he’d come to realize this painfully. The man was soberly aware, because of this new realization, that all such belief, in the truth claims of mortal men on the grandest of scale, were finally now to be seen by him for their many inconsistencies. These thought systems were to him imperfectly designed and were only able to give imperfect or even totally fallible answers.

 

The people watching him now could sense the momentous state he now floundered in.

He decided to open up to the people and then went about in telling them his journey and resulting dilemmas. The people of course, to no surprise of his, dismissed his skepticism easily. Like all people they were used to doing this, dismissing other ideas by nature, when dealing in not held ideology.

 

The people in dismissing him, like dismissing other foreign thought of any kind, were to him just acting in their ignorance. They were incapable of registering the complete thoughts behind another persons system of opinions.

 

If they knew his opinions better, he thought, it would make a difference to these people perhaps.

If their minds were able and willing to concentrate simultaneously across experiences to see his views completely they might better understand. Yet because people are limited in conscious deliberation to momentary evaluations of a certain perspective of a personal priority then because of this the people don’t usually have the ability to look empathetically into other peoples minds and see into their constructed ideological worlds. He knew because of this inability to understand others It was very difficult and uncommon for many people to understand different people of differing ideology.

 

The man felt alone now because of all this. He felt naïve to have been down the road he’d just had to walk down over the past years of his life but he still trusted God. The road got him to where he now was. The insight he had come to was to him commonsensical. He thought his new realization was true  because he knew how the human mind gathered information and made decisions and then adopted beliefs. He knew in this decision making process how flawed that human judgment making was.

 

He believed there was perhaps  out there somewhere, an alternative to the absolute explanations of truth held by thought systems of the world. That truth could then, if it was found, describe his world. Yet for now no such authority currently explained the truth. He held the current truth claims of mortal men in universal suspicion of their accuracy.

 

He didn't know enough of life experience, nor did they know enough he felt, to rest in their desperate assurances. Pursuing truth meant the business of finding yourself caught up in a kind of entanglement. That entanglement involved searching for the truth through ideas. In the deceptive entanglements of differing ideas human beings live in the world by adopting beliefs. The vulnerability of a person commonly finds him or herself falsely in the clutches of those variations of differing ideas. Other human beings then more commonly then not lose sight of that other persons hope as a human person because of their held doctrine in that variation of belief. Does this seem wise or

just?

 

The man had looked at the  faces around him in life. It was at the moment upon seeing their innocent faces when he finally registered humanities vulnerability to differing persuasions. He pitied his own humanity then with a mixture of defiance, that we blindly trust by being so easily persuaded, and empathy, for the dignity of the human person. Hopelessly confused the man finally then lost his mind entirely.

 

He was reduced finally to a state of disorientated and nonsensical rambling. He then went wondering away from the village of the people and upon finding a hill he stood there on its brim urinating. He turned and looked back at the world.  He scoffed at the many overly certain minds in it. He mimicked the minds that were convinced that the utterly infinite and uninvestigated expanses that lay beyond them held definitively no intelligent creative life force. He scoffed at man eating whales, parting red seas, and myth systems full of flaws and irregularities like talking donkeys. 

 

What did they want of him anyway, he now asked, a puppet? Did they want of him a believer in fantastical stories of magical earlier times? Did they want to console him with their crafted reassurances in sermon forms? or to terrorize him with stories of judgment and eternal torment? Or steal away his awe at this life existing as opposed to nihilism and nothingness as the real state of any potential order.

 

Lets be real clear about something people. We weren’t given hospitality in a fantastical land of clearly discoverable answers like colorful cheerful roses waiting in a fancy garden for us. Human beings have been lumbering across time taking on evolving explanations all the way along and we as yet don’t know where we are and the truth in totality isn’t yet discernable to any of us. Yet I still have a friend in God. I trust that friendship with God like nothing else and no one can take it from me whether my doctrine is in compliance of their truth explaining or not.