95% of Everything
Is Bullshit
There was actually an article in Scientific American or maybe it was Nature, that I read some 30 years ago, that had that very title:
95% of everything is bullshit.
Now in the scientific community you need 95% repeatability/prediction capacity for a hypothesis to become a valid theory. So we can say that it is a scientific fact that 95% of what you think is almost certainly irrelevant, wrong, or nonsense.
I recall that when I read the article I had already written The Face on Mars and I thought the article was merely stating the obvious. Even before the update I did to it in 2014, it was clear to me, and has been most of my life, that the incredibly vast majority of humanity lived in a bubble of absurdities stacked into one another.
Truly original thought was as rare as dodo teeth.
The things you are taught about human history are almost entirely bad fiction.
The foundational truths of the “hard” sciences are a travesty of the actual truth.
The reality relating to metaphysical or supernatural issues so far out of order it is mostly directly inverted.
And, of course, even seeing through these things, I too, still see through a glass darkly.
Anyone that catches a glimpse of these hard facts tends to go nihilistic.
The attitude is one or more of the following:
If I can’t figure it out, then who cares?
Even if I figure it out I can’t change it.
Does it really matter? I still have (work/dinner/the shopping) to do.
Ok, fine. So what? What can *I* do about it?
It’s too complicated to think about, so I won’t.
What I find even more astonishing than the lies, is the apathy, the weakness, the mental turpitude, the totally defeated, pointless, choice of being essentially a half-living thing, with no more agency of the average cactus.
How do you KNOW you are too stupid to understand? Have you ever tried?
How do you KNOW you can’t change anything or even the world?
How do you give up even before you started because you’re not “certain” of what the outcome might be?
These are not the ways of a man, or even of a curious child. They are the ways of a defeated, mentally stunned beast, nonchalantly marching towards the abattoir, and usually fighting you if you try to explain it to them, or prod it into consciousness for a brief moment.
I am torn, between wanting to do something to help them see, which they usually only do when they receive a big slap to the face; one God usually provides for some, or the luckier ones might read Believe! Or something else I wrote and receive that slap metaphorically and it sometimes is enough. So it can and does happen.
On the other hand, I can get so annoyed by what in essence I perceive as their abject cowardice, that I feel leaving the NPCs to their fate is the only rational thing to do.
Along with creating a community populated by those who have not yet lost their child-like curiosity, but only tempered it with talent, and an adult will.
I hope you’ll join me.
One more Sede has purchased a property in my general area.
It always begins with just one guy… be that guy or follow and join one.
Great post. The more I dare or relearn the art of daring to see with the eyes of a child, the more amazing things I discover. As you indicated, part of it is curiosity and openness. Part is courage and daring. I thank you personally for being a part of my journey of discovery and rediscovery. You are a a unique gift to the small minority.
Small personal anecdote, which might actually benefit a reader or two: I have a parent who started suffering from increasingly severe dementia 6 years ago. I decided to not believe the conventional wisdom, which is that there was no hope. Part of it was that I actually do are about my parent, and part was pure curiosity: maybe the conventional medical wisdom was wrong, as it is about so much (needless to say, I didn’t let her get the jab for the c and hilariously, she didn’t even get a sniffle).
I started experimenting methodically. A week or two after I started giving her pure gum spirits of turpentine, my brother called and said, “what are you giving mom, she seems like she did 5 years. Ago.” A good friend of hers asked me what I was giving her, because she noticed the improvement. To elide the story in the interests of space, I had to keep experimenting, because despite the improvement with that natural compound, she began to get worse again. Traditional Chinese Medicine was the biggest game-changer, leading to amazing improvement. Her allopathic doctor seems almost disappointed that her predicted demise didn’t occur on his time schedule (I’ve kept him, because he is anti-vax a bit, and is on board with not institutionalizing her, but he’s a wet blanket).
Finally, DMSO gave another boost late last year, improving sleep and cognition.
To summarize, I no longer believe the standard view of any health problem, other than maybe a broken bone or limb reattachment. Also, there is always hope. Never, ever give up hope if you care about a family member of even pet.
It’s clear that the elite know about these alternative treatments, and go to great lengths to hide them and suppress them. They want us unhealthy but alive enough to serve them, until we stop working for them. Then they want you dead. Because then you are a liability.
Thanks, G, for all the inspiration.
🙏Thank you. Just when I start to feel the nihilism take hold you write a piece on how the lies are created to keep us down. Before I was more solid in my faith the only thing that existed was anger and a strong desire for the apocalypse to just get here already. The hopeless despair and hatred that I felt towards the general public was palpable. The reality check is much appreciated. "The lips of the wise disperse knowledge..." Proverbs 15:7