“The Answer to the Great Question... Of Life, the Universe and Everything... Is... Forty-two,' said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.”
My entry into the world was most abrupt. I basically died right then and there. I think life was trying to tell me something, but whatever it was, I am sure glad I hung up the phone. As I am sure you have seen, being a queer, nerdy, weird, abjective-ridden, furry scientist leads me to spend a lot of time thinking about myself, and the way I live on this little rock we reside on. It is so truly fascinating that we all live in this time. As Dawkins once postulated; "Why Are People?" He discussed in this chapter about how he believed that a species does not become intelligent until it asks why it exists. I wonder why I exist, so I must be the Dawkinian-Diogenic featherless-philosophizing-gene machine. Or something like that. Existence, and thus, why we exist, in my opinion, falls into the category that every animal falls into. And for that matter, also every being who likes to dress up as a large fluffy animal and hang out with other large fluffy animals, as I do. That concept that ties us all together is dukkha, or suffering, the Buddhist principle. The five skandhas describe this well:
- Birth is dukkha, maturation is dukkha, aging is dukkha, illness is dukkha, death is dukkha;
- Sorrow, lamentation, pain, grief, and despair are dukkha;
- Association with the unbeloved is dukkha; separation from the loved is dukkha;
- Not getting what is wanted is dukkha.
Hence, we are beings that must ultimately center around dukkha. If only Dawkins had spent less time scorning religion (which I prescribe to the philosophy of Buddhism much more anyway), maybe he would have agreed with this. Regardless, if we are featherless (and furless, which is the worst!) gene machines programmed to be born (see: enzymatic action) fuck (sometimes), die (all the time), and all of these fit to be actions of suffering, we must break this and say "fuck it, throw the baby AND the bathwater out." Can you tell I don't know how to write a blog? You'll catch on.
Now that introductions are out of the way, my dear reader, you will realize I am a very strange person. I am a therian, which means I think I am an animal and no more than that, and we can completely ignore any nuance in any self-selected tag or role in society. Alongside this, I enjoy playing and watching sports (I am a Minnesota-sports fan for life). The dichotomy is so jarring. But I live in that dichotomy, for that is what makes me human! Or whatever my adjacent is. I consider being a therian, a furry, but also being a weirdo, a queer person, a bisexual, a researcher as all fundamental aspects of myself that make up this beautiful prism my mind lives in.
I will try to organize this "blog" aspect of my page, but I am scatterbrained and slightly dogpilled, so I thus may forget or it may get messy. Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.