One of the reasons I enjoy writing is that I am able to isolate my thoughts and categorize them. If my sole purpose was to gain recognition and receive payment for my work I would have long since dethroned “Goodnight Moon” with an unequivocal literary masterpiece. There is an unexplainable connection between needing to write about things that are important and weighing them out in my head.
The things that occupy my mind are most often left out of the day to day conversations I have with people. Most conversation consists entirely of pleasantries, ideas and topics that are most often topical in nature. Collectively they could be grouped together and labelled "disinformation." It’s much like when the Police ask for the input of the public to help break a case. They could spend months and years chasing down every single lead. Instead they systematically organize information by degree of relevance and authenticity. If you’re familiar with Sherlock Holmes he calls it The Science of Deduction.
We would be surprised to learn that most of the answers to the questions we have about life and how people relate to each other are right in front of us. The problem is that it requires an extremely high level of concentration and attention to detail. There is not a person alive who could successfully master all areas of observation and make the correct observations without encountering failure. What tends to happen is that we amass trivial mounds of data and attempt to sort them into less chaotic rows and columns. It's really not such a terrible thing... except for the possibility of a rather disturbing reality. What if there isn’t a thread of commonality? What if it’s all just part of human nature – the unrelenting force that insists you maintain control?
There are certain schools of thought that amaze me in their dominance. One of them is the gross exaggeration of the political correctness of tolerance. You can’t tell me that there is a greater degree of order and decency when things are allowed to occur that are chaotic and indecent. To help illustrate my point; one of my teachers at college frequently made vulgar sexual references and jokes. When I mentioned it to the Dean of Students, he asked me if they weren’t a “creative method to enhance learning.” Regardless of the teacher’s intentions, the way he conducted himself was very unprofessional.
This isn’t an exposition about the hopeless and aimless journey through life. It’s about facing the reality that we spend our most valuable commodity without realizing we’re doing it. Unconscious decision making causes philosophical nightmares. Time well spent; has no equivalent. The title for this article comes from a verse in the book of Daniel. Daniel is a prophet, and the word that he brings to King Belshazzar is this: You have been weighed on the scales and you don't weigh much.
There is a part of me that becomes so irritated at the thought that I could be wasting my life on things that mean absolutely nothing that I can’t help but examine the issues of life, search for truth, and fulfill my destiny.
