Greetings friends:
I’m Dalton – just another curious and conversational human brain borne amid the technological chaos of modernity, attempting to make sense of the strangeness and absurdity in our shared world…
And while I’ll certainly be introducing myself to you more formally, I’m confident that learning about someone is done in part through the written (or typed) word and the rhetorical content within the form - so long as it reveals, in good faith, the personal convictions of the writer therein…
But I’m under no illusion (though if I were I would still be writing this) that almost all the things falling from my brain to the page is in some form an opinion, and therefore partially consists within the realm of subjective experience, so that to know me is to know my biases to some extent.
Yet, this only redoubles my commitment and respect and love for objectivity - yes, even love... which is perhaps, paradoxically, the least objective feeling now that I consider it...
Yet this seemingly paradoxical perspective and apparent disclaimer actually cultivate in my mind the practice of focusing a kind of critical, introspective lens upon even the most cherished of my opinions - beliefs too, but with greater effort, given the cognitive dissonance and my going against that counterproductive grain.
Anyway, if you’re reading this, I’ve already assumed (but haven't taken for granted that) you’re just as curiously fascinated (but hopefully not just as confused) as I am about the medley of minds past and present inhabiting our earth - the actual “planet of the apes” of which we are all representatives.
As if I haven’t already, let me explore some thoughts about primates like us then I'll bore you with the details of my own singular primacy...
Human consciousness can differ so dramatically and is at once the source of my curiosity and the basis of my anxiety, though I suppose the anxiety to be a lovely quirk bestowed by the natural process of our social evolution. In other words, it serves a function.
It’s not just the mystery of consciousness that elevates my heart rate with excitation, but also the wonderfully complex machinations of the human mind altogether.
More compelling still is how random this complexity really is. If we think for a moment about how quickly our thoughts vanish, only to be replaced with the next one, and then the next and so on, then we can attest to the experience which tells us that our brain is but a diffuse pool of electrical currents awaiting the ephemeral grasp of our mind’s eye.
The spectrum of human consciousness seems so vast as to make extant ideas afloat the human psyche, once tapped into, manifest at best as random informational phenomena. And like the universe in general, we are in many ways just the controlled randomness of particles set in motion long ago…
We’re a microcosmic instance of energetic equilibria. An isolated pocket of controlled chaos, a brain equipped with its own mechanism (a la evolution) to harness that randomness within itself...
What I hope to do here is to express ideas and thoughts and opinions and concerns pulled from that partially-controlled pool in my head... all within a climate conducive to constructive conversation – even criticism – where I might at least attempt to remove some of the clutter from my own consciousness...
And I want to warmly invite you to join me and participate with me in this uncertain endeavor, by means of your commentary and opinion, because I’m certain of one thing: that I can learn from all of you, my fellow representatives of randomness, for consciousness as we primates have it is only weakened without the collective, not to mention much less interesting, and so I encourage you to embrace with me the random collections of content soon to come… including that formal introduction I mentioned, whereby I hope to share my story in such a way as to convince you that we cannot as curious creatures help but be a WrandomWriter.
Your friend and fellow WrandomWriter,
Dalton
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