Have you ever looked yourself in the mirror so deeply that you experienced the heat death of the universe and forgot your name. No. Well I have, when I was 10 years old. Fun times.
Today I look myself in the mirror and see the reflection of a degenerate. I am like a child that learned their delusions could give them pleasure and kept pressing the pleasure button until the the delusions wore off. I guess that is what adulting is all about.
I have no idea who I am pretending to be anymore. I have all these thoughts, ideas, passions, visions, and connections but no cohesive narrative to hold them together. Am I supposed to start my own company, get to know my friends and family better, find a mentor somewhere, get a job at a real company, become a consultant, move to another country, become an internet influencer? Hmmm.... I came across a quote the other day I want to run by you all,
If a legitimate elite is to emerge in the digital era, it will be one that “looks to the public as a home it will return to rather than a carnivorous species from which to hide.”
So my future home, Hi nice to meet ya, let's fight the extinction of the spark that is human consciousness together.
What do I want my reflection in the mirror to look like? What image would the Mirror of Erised produce for me? Hmmm.... I often like to think of myself as a spy in the side of the human condition. When I hear about the delusions people are capable of, learn about the new depths of human depravity, or get a glimpse at the inner workings of someone's heart, I feel like I am alive. The sage knows people better than they know themselves and merely tells them who they already are. I see me helping develop spiritual technology that not only preserves the human condition but enhances it. I see a man who understands that the goal of reverse engineering the human soul is not the most interesting quest out there. I see someone who is so fully integrated with the people and world around them they are morally justified to take The Transhumanist Wager. I want to be someone who generates a constructive resonating dent in the universe.
Wow actually narrating that was pretty embarrassing, that actually sounds a bit like Voldemort saw for himself. I think these delusions can be eventually pulled back and chiseled into something more realistic. I may need some help with that. I wonder what other people, such as yourself, see within Mirror of Erised.