Science is a really beautiful thing. Often it touches on the very fundamentals of life and experience, mirroring in its own way and on its own terms what can be discovered when looking truthfully within.

"Science puts self at centre of everything." Indeed.


We have this idea - that the natural sciences made into religion - that is called "objectivity," the notion that something can be experienced or proven beyond and outside subjectivity. Not that there's anything wrong with this as this human endeavour brings all sorts of novelty and craziness to the world. Enjoy! But what does psychology say about this, about the very psyche that talks about and claims "objectivity"? Well, the article points to something that, to those that bother to explore their own experience, is completely obvious: there is only subjectivity.

For have I ever experienced anything that didn't happen through my own senses and through my own emotions and thoughts? Have I ever had an experience that didn't happen by way of the subject?

Whether it is through meditation, self-exploration, surrender to the mystery, or just spontaneously coming into recognition of one's nature, experience is seen for what it is: a completely subjective phenomenon. However, within this subjective experience, the idea of objectivity arises.

The subject says "My idea is objective!" Unfortunately, objectivity is what subjectivity uses in order to claim superiority and reject alternatives.

As always, the thought arises that says "I'm right" and out it goes into the world, meeting the "No, I'm right!" that inevitably arises in response from others, whether it's a fight with a partner or a world war. And then we get confused because we're supposed to be right. And all these idiots think the (mistaken) ideas that arise in their minds are right when they could just listen to me and avoid the hassle that I put them through! Uh huh...

The only time most people seem to notice that everything isn't about them, according to the article, is when we are depressed. Actually, the very insight that I hardly have an impact on the world and even my immediate environment, is often the core of the depression. It is fucking miserable to be brought face to face with having lived something which in that moment is seen as a lie: I wasn't that important after all... But then usually the mind is able to restore the illusion by finding some other meaning to existence, some new person to worship, some new belief or view that "makes sense" or some group or movement that makes me feel like I belong again. "Phew, I'm back!" Restoring the illusion of importance and grandeur brings meaning back into life and the mind can relax in its re-established self-importance.

Depression is often part and parcel of the path of personal evolution and development, and for good reason. How else would we be able to step out of the vicious circle of "I'm better than you" unless we come face to face with the fact that we're not? In fact, we might even begin to notice that life uses all available opportunities to smack some sense into us, only we're usually too busy listening to the thoughts in our heads that say "my way or feel my wrath!"

Often, we need to go through cycle upon cycle of darkness as every new toy we grab is taken away with an almost inaudible whisper: "humility."

The most efficient way of course is to come directly to terms with this nature of ours, that we're all egocentric maniacs. But that means to throw oneself head-first into the gulf of insignificance and face the primordial fear we have of being nobody.

But who has the stomach for that? I'll just stick to my guns, I think. That's when I feel safe and secure...


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