Measurement spawns reality; reality is limited by measurement.

July 23rd, 2016 by Socially Extinct


Measurement spawns existence.


But, human existence, human comprehension of such, for tools of measurement are ultimately constructed solely by us, and reflections of our human point of view, at least on planet Earth.


Tools of measurement cleverly conform the radical nature of reality to our sensory context. Whether it’s a yardstick, a scale, a clock, a ruler, a speedometer, matters not for these instruments all perform the same function: they sieve wild, feral nature into compartments of measurement which humans have solely designed, even refined, over the breadth of their existence, measurements which have the common basis that which we can directly discern with our bodily senses.


As such, our instruments are limited by our mortal experience and lack the extrasensory detectors required to measure those many hidden facets of existence that lapse into quantum dimensions imperceptible to our daily life. Instruments of measure are, by nature, merely extensions of the physical senses we know and experience.


Measurement spawns existence, but only as we know it from our human shell.


Nowhere is this more apparent than in the measurement of time. Time has no visual markers. We do not visually, directly perceive the span of time other than diagrams or numbers or timeline representations,  but in daily reality, we can’t look out the window and see 15 minutes literally “march by.” Time can only be determined by the parallel markers of other physical elements in relation to each other. The revolutions of planets, the radioactive decay of an element, the sweep of a clock’s hand; representations and nothing else. The measurement of time gives it a dreamy reality, a mysterious hidden subjectivity. But measuring it spawns its existence.


Given the limited nature of human measurement tools, one wonders what the “true” values of reality are, the values that would exist if humans and their instruments of measure did not exist, or for time, if none of the environmental elements used to derive its passage existed. In the absence of scales and clocks, or mankind, what is the elemental value of reality? Do objects existing throughout the span of reality possess the innate form as we familiarly perceive?


The act of weighing an object presupposes mass and gravity. But do mass and gravity fully explain anything other than that which we comprehend with our eyes and our sense of touch? We measure the length of a stick based on a two-dimensional span of physical occupation that our eyes can perceive and beg to define, but is that how a stick exists, truly, without our desire to perceive it as a “length” of something? Theoretically, would an alien race, one that has evolved entirely different senses due to alien environmental input and demands, see, perceive, and thus measure the stick in a manner entirely incomprehensible to us? Would an alien race perceive length as we perceive the invisible span of time?


Measurement spawns only our existence. Measurements translate cosmic and quantum vagaries to the confined strata of human perception and nothing more.


How does a man remove himself from his own perceptual limitations in order to accurately gauge the reality through an unfiltered lens, one untarnished by his physical senses?


Rather than contemplating the thought exercise of what would physical reality look like without mankind’s existence, I would like to take it one step further.


What would physical reality look like if at one moment, all of mankind’s knowledge and memory of measurements and existing tools of such, vanished from existence?


What if mankind awoke one day and found he lacked all memory of measurement and sensory definition?


All instruments likewise, cleared form reality. Even cars would merely have a blank space where the speedometer once displayed. How would we see reality; more appropriately, how would we slowly reformulate a new paradigm of measurement by which to conform our new reality to the scope of our restrictive physical senses?



The Guardian talks about the human evolutionary basis of distrust of “outsiders.”

July 22nd, 2016 by Socially Extinct


The Guardian published an interesting piece that addresses some of the themes I’ve raised here that deal with natural evolutionary inter-group distrust and “hate” among human populations.  I’ve maintained there is a psycho-evolutionary basis for our innate distrust of “outsiders” and intruders to our social groupings (countries, communities, society);  rather than “fight”  this off and demonize it, we should embrace the legacy of our social past.


The anthropological experts naturally favor the a rosy, Pollyanna interpretation of such “dark” evolutionary human leanings.  They minimize conflict and praise inter-group cooperation and tolerance as examples of “what we are capable of” but still, this is a thought-provoking and timely subject.



Donald Trump’s new voice. Confronting the dystopia.

July 21st, 2016 by Socially Extinct


I missed the beginning of Donald Trump’s speech.


I flipped my car radio on and was greeted by a strange, gravelly, bellowing insistent growl that I didn’t immediately associate with Trump.


I listened closely, thought it was someone else, but that East Coast New Yawk accent told me…this was Donald Trump. A Donald Trump roar I’d never heard before.

A new Donald Trump emerged tonight, the grave rabble-rouser, the elucidating guttural leader of an emerging dystopia, the last-ditch vessel seeking to ward off cultural disease for the sake of a traditional denouement of an idyllic past that was derailed and interrupted by the exigencies of modern avarice and hedonism.


The leader who would presume to lead us back to the insular safety of a world we left far behind in the Golden Age of our country’s youth.  Can we reclaim ourselves, he seemed to plead.


Donald Trump’s new voice heralds a bold, irrefutably serious mission from the man who would be buffoon.


Long live the new voice.


“Making America Hate Again.” Yes, let’s, for it is necessary in order to survive in today’s global environment.

July 21st, 2016 by Socially Extinct


Spied on my Facebook wall. That tired snarky, hipster quip that is not so unique or brilliant as to claim the rights to any sort of clever originality. So many people utter it in response to Donald Trump’s fame rocket, as if it’s a bad thing.


No one ever thinks to question that perhaps hate is exactly what America, and most of the West, and civilized humanity, needs to embrace at the moment.






In fact, I would assume the mantel of the “Making America Hate Again” graphic if it wasn’t automatically perceived as ironic by just about everybody and thus, perceived as a criticism of Donald Trump, when in fact, it would be a noble pursuit in the context of my usage.


Yes, let’s make America hate again. Hate is what pussified White culture needs, here and overseas.


Hate, especially in the wake of the two 20th Century world wars, has become the cultural bogeyman that subsequent generations have been inculcated to demonize as a virulent plague upon mankind. It’s time to step back and embrace the hate. My life is filled with hate. I hate everybody and I’m a better man for it. No one gets past this wall of mine, let me tell you. I will hate you; once you’ve demonstrated your worth and acceptability, you can step past my hate wall. Hate is a necessary survival mechanism. Evolution endowed us with the capabilities of mistrust and hate for a reason.


Rather than fear hate, rather than shroud it in a cloud of evil pestilence to be personally and collectively avoided at all costs, rather than erecting cultural motifs around the denial of hate, and the illogical and harmful embrace of all unnatural and deviant kindness and openness, we must embrace hate, be at one with it. Accept it and integrate it into our cultural makeup, and learn to act upon it with the logical clear mind as an indicator of self-preservation.


We must embrace the hate; our country and civilization will be better for it.



Ted Cruz’s ultimatum.

July 20th, 2016 by Socially Extinct


Ted Cruz showed up when he could have stayed home.


Staying home makes a statement, too.  Ask John Kasich.  When it comes to a party’s Presidential convention, the golden, age-old rule of “if you can’t say something nice…” must be a principle all aspiring politicians abide by, but Ted Cruz, in consciously taking the stage, and belting out his passively defiant intransigence, said something very not nice by absence of obligatory support.


Ted Cruz broke etiquette and he is being pelted by tomatoes tonight, but Ted Cruz had an agenda, he deliberately and shamelessly broke an implied vow of Trump support.








Who knows why he did this.


Perhaps it’s entirely ideological; maybe Cruz views Trump as a liberal, Democratic Trojan horse seeking to usurp the Republican Party for his own vain nefarious purposes.  Or maybe Cruz continues to harbor a severe grudge against Trump for Trump’s relentless hounding of his wife and family during the campaign earlier this year.


Whatever the reason, Cruz could have declined the invitation to speak.  He reserved this right.


I believe Ted Cruz essentially envisions the schism, the unmistakable fault line that is spreading viciously through the desert floor guts of the Republican Party and he has chosen his side (which incidentally is the side that Donald Trump is not on) and he has made a stand by his glaring omission during his convention speech.


In Bushian parlance, he was throwing down the gauntlet to the Party members: you’re either with me or you’re not.


Cruz’s performance tonight was a thinly veiled, but very conspicuous, ultimatum in which he is seeking to rally the old guard GOP faithful to his side for he also sees that the near future of the Republican Party might involve two disparate wings who don’t see eye-to-eye and which, in fact, may lead to an eventual political mitosis of the GOP movement which will see Conservatives branch off from the Nationalistic, Libertarian wing, the one which will most likely leave the GOP to form its own party. Ted Cruz is angling to maintain ownership of the Republican Party’s shaky political equilibrium and those who gravitate toward it while eschewing Donald Trump’s newfangled (but sincere) nationalist isolationism.


Ted Cruz’s ultimatum was one of what wasn’t declared outright; it was one which dog whistled to the Republican disaffected, “Stand by me, we’ll carry the Republican torch forward, along with our archaic traditionalism and its quasi-globalist leanings.  We are true Republicans!”


The political landscape has been razed and the  promised thunder of the 2016 RNC is happening inside the hall, not outside.