Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Into the Void

So, I've been doing this blogging thing for about 10 months or so, talking about whatever crap comes to mind and seems interesting, and the thought occurred to me: all communication is just yelling (not necessarily, but you know what I mean) into the void. Who knows if anybody understands my ideas for what I interpret them to mean? Why do we, as humans, hope to be understood in an attempt at connection? Does anyone actually care about what I say? (Don't answer that last question.) Anyways, I guess I was just pondering the futility in this experiment I call life the way the human race begs to be understood, and to voice their opinions to those who might have the slightest inclination to care.

Miscommunication is one of the biggest barriers in the way of human connection. Here I am, at my desk (well, actually on my bed because my desk is overflowing), writing something on the internet, for at least a few people to read, and hopefully, interpret the way I interpreted. Wait, scratch that. It's not necessarily good if people interpret this post the way I do. That's just a repetition of ideas, and sure that may lead to a fostering of new ideas, but for the most part, it just leads to agreement. Sure, agreement can be good in the way of peace and lack of conflict, but by the same token, agreement is not disagreement: it doesn't lead to different perspectives, new outlooks, a clash of ideals characteristic of what progress has come to mean for many people nowadays. I dunno, maybe I'm looking at progress the wrong way, but to me, it comes from new ideas from the same materials: different interpretations. So go ahead, think about the futility of communication, of screaming into the void, differently than me. I would love to know what you think.

That is, if you're thinking anything at all. I have an inkling of an idea of a suspicion that some people just read or watch a creator's content just to be supportive of that creator. Like, sure, I like the notion that there are people out there that are so nice to just do this to support someone, but at the same time, if you don't really think about their message, or you don't enjoy the content for the content's own sake, then are you really doing the creator a service? (The answer is yes, by the way: yes, because view/pageviews = money, and that's all adSense cares about.) Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that most people, the overwhelming majority who read this probably don't care, or read it and forget it, and in short, it doesn't make a lasting impact. Consuming a creation is one thing, caring about it another, and pondering it, a completely different thing. Thought is what drives creation, and creators share their thoughts and ideas. And if those ideas aren't thought about equally so, perhaps due to lack of execution by creator (ahem, me, ahem), perhaps through the idleness of the consumer (and I'm hesitant to use the word consumer here, because that implies that it's a transaction, that the creator is selling something to the consumer, whereas the reality of the situation is that in most cases, the creator is suggesting something to the viewer/reader/listener, be it ideas or otherwise), then maybe the creation was for nothing. Or maybe it wasn't. After all, my "What is Art" post a long time ago failed to mention what soon after Samantha from Sam the Ant World told me, that art can be art for the simple notion of being interesting, pleasing to the eye or the mind, entertaining, dare I say. Maybe the creator simply wanted to make something interesting for their own sake.

However, personally speaking, I make these thingies to express an idea, a single, fleeting thought. I make these for myself, as a sort of journal, of what was and what is and what will be, and of a prison sanctuary for ideas that otherwise would be lost (but as I've realized, I'm really not that creative. I'm almost certain that this has been written about and philosophized about and pondered for millennia, probably. Whatever.). I also make these things for people to read (obviously), and for people to think about. And maybe this is working, maybe people are thinking about stuff more as a result of this experiment I call life blog, however minute an impact upon the world this will make.

Or maybe, I'm just screaming into the void. But I have a quiet solace in that my shouts are not alone. Maybe humanity itself is just one huge scream into the void, desperately wanting to be heard by someone, something... maybe even by itself.