The Nature of Reality

With all that going on in politics right now (the 2020 presidential elections being contested by Trump and the coronavirus spiking), I’ve been thinking a lot about what is truth, what is lies, and what in reality is absolute. Mostly, nothing is absolute. Maybe the physical laws of the universe are absolute, but only in this universe. Pretty much everything else is relative, even morality. I like to think that some things are just bad and others are just good. One of the most wrong things I can think of is murder. Killing is wrong to me, but I eat meat, eat plants, take antibiotics, and wash my hands. All these actions result in the death of another living thing, but I still do them. Is killing a plant evil? In my day to day life, I wouldn’t say so. In fact, plants live with adaptations specifically to lessen or take advantage of herbivory. I might refine my statement to be: killing humans is wrong. But I can think of instances in which it could be justifiably right, self-defense springs to mind.

This idea of self-defense launches a whole new quandary for me. How immediate does the threat to life have to be? Can we define the exact moment which divides right from wrong? Is killing a killer right? What if you got the identity of the killer wrong? What about war? What if the killer thinks they were justified in their action?

Of course, I think we all have a moral code that we could apply in these instances to decide rightness and wrongness. But without a doubt, the verdicts would not be unanimous. This lack of consensus points to the lack of absolutism in morality. I think this extends to reality as well. Because even reality is a matter of opinion. Is the sky blue? Or is it clear? Some people say my eyes are hazel, others say brown. This makes me think that reality is what we make or perceive of it. The self-determination of reality is the most absolute concept I can think of, besides maybe the physical laws of the universe.

This idea of self-determination is at once magic and disaster. Magic, because we have the power to define reality for ourselves. Disaster, because we must also live with everyone else’s reality. This coexistence of reality is probably one of the most difficult to achieve. It requires compassion, humility, flexibility, and conviction.

Take for example, Trump’s insistence that he won the election. The way I perceive it, he did not win, but many, many Americans do believe he won. If enough of us believed he did, we could make it the culturally dominant reality.

More than seventy million people voted for him, those people see reality differently than the people who voted for Biden or one of the other candidates. Without a doubt in my mind, every single Trump voter thought Trump was somehow better for the country or themselves in some way. Even though my reality doesn’t align with theirs, it doesn’t necessarily make my reality the “right” one.

Now, this doesn’t mean that I think reality is so fluid that it becomes too fragmented and meaningless. I just think we, as humans, should work toward shared reality. Vitriolic rejection of another reality doesn’t always make it go away, and in fact, it can give the reality more concreteness, more justification.

Trump has planted the seed of reality where the election was rigged against him. As news media fact-check him and state that there is no evidence, some people will become more assured that the fraud is being covered up. Since distrust of new media is a fairly common reality, some other means of dispelling these fraud claims will be necessary. Perhaps in court. I don’t know. I don’t understand the other realities well enough to say

Divisive rhetoric about other people’s realities only serves to drive humanity away from a mutually acceptable shared reality. That’s why I think definitions are so important. We need to define reality with some level of standardization so that we can all exist here. Some people will insist on their definition, but ultimately, reality is democratic.

This concept of reality as a democracy gives me hope. The magicians of humanity, those whose realities differ sharply, will serve to push and pull the shared reality. I think we’ll be pulled in the “right” direction in the aggregate. Certainly there will be zig zags on this path, but I also believe humanity is well-intentioned mostly, and since reality is self-determined, we’re likely to move in, what I would define as, the right direction. I’m a participant in this democratic reality, so of course I would push us towards what I believe to be right. Just like everyone else will too. Think of the force of that kind of movement!

History Today – May 6, 2020

This History Today series aims to document what life is like in this period of history. I update whenever I feel like it.

Aspects of daily life:

  • COVID-19, the global pandemic that started in a wet market in December 2019, has taken over our lives. I only leave the house for groceries. I’m luckier than a lot of people, I was already working from home, and my hours have only been cut a little.
  • I’m not suffering from depression even during this quarantine. I have a cocktail of meds that seem to be working. Maybe that’s why I often don’t write anymore, maybe writing was a way to get away from the pain.
  • President Trump didn’t seem to take COVID-19 seriously at first, but I believe he has now. I’ve heard that some social isolation restrictions are being loosened as of this week. I’m not sure of what they are. I am still staying home until I hear more.
  • Someone I know is getting cloth masks made. I ordered one. It’s mostly so I have something softer and reusable. The masks that my dad sent me at the start of this have not run out (it was a box of thirty). He was one of the people that started panic-buying supplies. But he’s also the reason why I’ve had masks at all. Also, even though the cloth mask is for safety, there is an element of fashion to it for me. I want to belong to the “cool” group who wear reusable masks.
  • California was one of the first places to shut down. I don’t know anyone who is not taking it seriously.
  • Former Vice President Joe Biden is likely the nominee for the Democratic presidential ticket to run against President Trump in the 2020 presidential election. I don’t think he has chosen a VP to run alongside him, but he promised in one of his last debates that I saw that it would be a woman. I hope he keeps that promise. I’m excited to see who it could be. I have opinions about Biden, but I am more resolute in my political leanings than ever and am likely to vote for him. He’s been accused of sexually assaulting a woman in 1993, which he denies. I’m curious about whether it’s true or not, because I would feel emotionally conflicted about voting for him if he did that. Trump has had a plethora of similar accusations lobbed at him, which he also denies. I don’t know if they were proved true, but his reputation has certainly soured my opinion of him. I should probably research further. Truth is important to me. I don’t know who I would vote for if I decided I couldn’t vote for Biden.
  • I think I spend too much time mindlessly consuming social media feeds. I’m in school now for a master’s degree and a postbacc (because I’m a bit aggressive with my goals), and I want to research more about the topics that interest me, instead of looking at pretty pictures on Instagram. I want to produce content more than I want to consume it. And when I consume it, I want it either to have a great story, lesson, or knowledge. Why do I consume such low quality content? I don’t know. So I’ve decided to sign out of accounts where I mostly consume and don’t post. I will still be on YouTube a lot, consuming, and entertainment subscriptions (like Netflix, Amazon Prime, and Hulu), but I will try to be more mindful about what I choose to watch. Watching videos is much more active for me than scrolling my feeds.
  • I’ve been thinking a lot more about personal improvement lately. I’m guessing because I have so much time at home now.
  • No one I know personally has gotten sick from COVID-19. I do know people who are at increased risk, but they are being careful.
  • I got into TikTok this past year, and I have had to stop opening the app, because it is too addicting to me.

The Art of the Chapbook

Having finished my second chapbook not well, which delved into the topic of mental health, I’m eager to start the next chapbook. But this one I want to write more intentionally. I want to write the poems together. I want to know the theme before I write. I want it to be hopeful.

you think I’m serious, but I’m joking was serious and nihilist, so is not well — which I sent out to competitions recently. While those are the chapbooks that I needed to write at the time, my personal happiness is much better now, and I feel the need to let everyone know that it’ll be okay, if they hang on long enough.

As I anticipate crafting this collection, I find myself stumped on where to start. Before I just wrote poem after poem until enough of them would form something cohesive. I actually love putting together poems I wrote a while ago; there’s a distance that allows me to evaluate them rationally. But I worry that if I use this method again, I will wind up with a nihilist collection of poems again. Maybe that is all I am? I just don’t want to be that. I want my poetry to evolve. I want a full garden of blooming metaphors and winding thoughts.

Maybe I should resolve the first two chapbooks? Wrap them up with the ending I’m ready to give them?

This is hard. I hope to resolve it soon, because I’m aching to write it.

The Golden Record: Find Us Among the Stars

Forty years ago, NASA sent out Voyagers 1 and 2 to study the Solar System. In 2012, Voyager 1 reached interstellar space — the first human-made anything to do so. Both voyagers were carrying the Golden Record — this amazing phonograph made in the span of five months to represent Earth to any extraterrestrial beings that might intercept them as they travel space.

Yesterday, I went a panel discussion at CalTech with Ann Druyan, Reggie Watts, Lynda Obst, David Pescovitz and Ed Stone. They talked about the content on the Golden Record and some of the stories behind particular inclusions. They sent pictures, music, names, sounds, “hello” in many languages and some whale language as well. Ann and Lynda (who I don’t believe was on the committee choosing these works for the Golden Record) were particularly fantastic at expressing how much this responsibility and privilege affected them.

Just the idea of trying to encapsulate humanity strikes my mind with wonder. How would I choose those 115 images (storage capabilities in the 1970s were nothing like they are today)? The enormity of it must have made them quiet with awe.

Even further than that, I imagine these aliens finding our technological remnant one day, and I want to know how they would interpret us. Would they like us? Would they think we’re primitive? Would they want to come to Earth (if at all possible)?

Most of all, it makes me want to write sci-fi, so I can craft an experience that encompasses the adventure and hope and wonder that space exploration might hold. Lately, I’ve been mostly writing fantasy novels, but I might want to crack my knuckles and try something new.

Just stare at the sky, imagine and write.

I’m so invigorated.