dive into deep thought-s

A main reason why we are addicted to our smartphones is because we can no longer think without them. It’s important to understand that we are addicted to the Internet, not our phones. Try to think about how important WiFi is in a foreign country. As a tourist I feel lost without connectivity, except ofcourse when I have one of those wonderfully large tourist maps you get in places like Rome or Paris. Ahhh, wanderlust. How awesome is Instagram without connectivity? Exactly. We have become irreversibly addicted to this, interesting connection, that we have formed with the Internet. Origins of a Cyborg era for humanity? Try this experiment out for me: All you have to do is sit on your couch when you are alone, and think about something you’re interested in, and then notice how long it takes until you’re reaching for your phone to enrich, capture or share the thought. We are intellectually reaching higher states now that we think symbiotically with the Internet. And I say symbiotically because something tells me that the Internet is the seedling of something much greater. Just like the great captain of the USS Enterprise, who in truth couldn’t be the great ‘Jean-Luc Picard (A name that cannot be spoken without an French accent), without his crewman: Data, we are addicted to being the best versions of ourselves.

“Men become civilized, not in proportion to their willingness to believe, but in proportion to their readiness to doubt.”

“When will this inner night – the universe – end And I – my soul – have my day? When will I wake up from being awake?”

“Real power is measured by how much you can let things be.”

“In the last stage of civilization, Poetry, Religion, and Philosophy will be one.”

“My belief is that happiness is necessarily transient. The natural state of a reflective man is one of depression.”

“The only people who ever get any place interesting are the people who get lost.”

“To think about the inner meaning of things Is superfluous, […] The only inner meaning of things Is that they have no inner meaning at all. I don’t believe in God because I’ve never seen him. If he wanted me to believe in him, Then surely he’d come and speak with me. […] But if God is the flowers and trees And hills and sun and moon, Then I believe in him, I believe in him at every moment, And my life is all a prayer and a mass And a communion by way of my eyes and ears.”

“At the bottom of all philosophy, of all science and of all thinking, you will find the one all-inclusive question: How is man to tell truth from error? The ignorant man solves this problem in a very simple manner: he holds that whatever he believes, he knows; and that whatever he knows is true. This is the attitude of all amateur and professional theologians, politicians and other numbskulls of that sort. The pious old maid, for example, who believes in the doctrine of the immaculate conception looks upon her faith as proof, and holds that all who disagree with her will suffer torments in hell. Opposed to this childish theory of knowledge is the chronic doubt of the educated man. He sees daily evidence that many things held to be true by nine-tenths of all men are, in reality, false, and he is thereby apt to acquire a doubt of everything, including his own beliefs.”

“I suppose that I have not many months to live; but, of course, I know nothing about it. I may add that I am enjoying existence as much as ever, and regret nothing.”