Let's talk about synchronicity.
Synchronicity is a term that comes from one of my favourite thinkers, Carl Jung. I don't know much about Jung or his ideas, but what I do know blows my mind.
Possibly the most well known of his ideas is that of the collective unconscious. This is the idea that every human, by merit of being human, share a common unconscious. This results in archetypes and the such.
I'm not sure if synchronicity is a result of this unconscious, but I suspect that it is.
Synchronicity is when two events happen that are related significantly, but have no causal connection. It's like when your talking about some new car or movie, and a commercial for it comes on TV.
And once you know about synchronicity, you see it everywhere, and you think of incidents in your past that are synchronicity, and it blows your mind.
Just now, something like synchronicity happened to me, though considering the circumstances, it probably wasn't, just a subconscious connection I made.
Ok, so, I read this webcomic, Pictures for Sad Children, and I also read the guy's blog, it's funny and so sad. Now, in the blog, this guy, his name is John Campbell, made a comic about this writer, who I thought he made up. One of the parts of this comic is, "Let's talk about the basic contradiction/mystery of the Christian religion, i.e. original sin vs. grace. Opposing concepts difficult to embrace individually much less simultaneously."
This line, and this concept, stuck in my head, and is one of the reasons why I never really took to Christianity, even when I was curious. I just couldn't reconcile these ideas in my head.
Now, I'm writing this essay for my English class, I guess I was talking about it last post, and it's on Flannery O'Connor's story "A Good Man is Hard to Find", and as I was reading this story, and talking about it, and thinking about it, it all boiled down to this one quote from this comic. The story is about the opposing concepts of original sin and grace.
Now, as I'm writing the essay, I was thinking about this, and I went back to the comic to see the original quote and maybe some commentary that would help me. And as I'm reading the comic again, I skip the title and the little blurb on top, and go straight to the comic, and I notice, after the passage I quoted above, it said, "and so Flannery, upon seeing the absence of original sin from creative academic discourse (agnosticism, communism, etc.), wrote, in part, in response to this."
This fucking blew my mind. I don't think it's quite synchronicity, because I've read this comic a bunch of times and it always said Flannery O'Connor in it, and I guess I just made the connection. Or maybe I made the connection because both me and John Campbell were thinking about this.
I don't really know where I'm going with this, but it kind of blew my mind when this happened.
I mean, who the fuck knows how deep our subconscious goes? Or the unconscious? It could be a fuckin' rabbit hole, if that metaphor hadn't been used to death. Or it could just be a mirror, it could be simply a reflection on ourselves, and perhaps that would mean that we always knew this, and we will always know this, and maybe Flannery O'Connor was simply writing this knowledge that everyone has down, to make us see it, to bring it out of our minds. I guess only what's out there really matters, and the subconscious is only where all this comes from. All I know is that I have, like, 2 pots of coffee in me and I need to write, like, 900 more words about this and I am so fuckin' tired.
You ever been like this? Like you have caffeine, and every part of your body is set on high, is set on let's fucking burn down the parliament buildings and punch a nun, but your eyes are on autopilot, and just want to turn off. I swear, every part of my body wants to go out there and meet someone exciting at 3 in the morning in a back alley but my eyes just want to close and stay closed for at least 8 hours, preferably more. Shit, even my memory's shot right now, i keep on meaning to do things and then get distracted and forget what the fuck is happening, and I guess this is normal with all this caffeine, but all I know is that my eyes cannot follow my hands right now and if I lie down, I'm done, I'm dead, I'm fucking Sleeping Beauty (except prettier).
And you know what? Fuck it. I started out talking about something I don't understand. Well, there's a lot of things I don't understand. I don't understand why I had such a good day today, it's like I decided to after I got 52 cents in change back at the pharmacy. Is it all just choice? Happiness and the like? Am I really the master of my own destiny and everything? I need to stop asking questions, because right now, all I can do is regurgitate information about Flannery O'Connor and think about why my eyes hurt so much already. I've only been up, like, 16 hours and they hurt as bad as they did when I was up for 30. Did I, like, break a seal? Did I unlock this vortex of my own pain?
You know, I don't understand people who claim to be insomniacs. It's like, since fucking Fight Club, it's hip to not sleep. But it's not not sleeping that will drive you mad, it's choosing to not sleep, because you have some fucking essay or party happening. It's the choice that'll kill you, because then you hate yourself for your eyes being on fire and not being conscious to what's happening around you. I mean, I don't hate myself, but I fucked up, and I accept this. I just need sleep.
What was I talking about?
Synchronicity is a term that comes from one of my favourite thinkers, Carl Jung. I don't know much about Jung or his ideas, but what I do know blows my mind.
Possibly the most well known of his ideas is that of the collective unconscious. This is the idea that every human, by merit of being human, share a common unconscious. This results in archetypes and the such.
I'm not sure if synchronicity is a result of this unconscious, but I suspect that it is.
Synchronicity is when two events happen that are related significantly, but have no causal connection. It's like when your talking about some new car or movie, and a commercial for it comes on TV.
And once you know about synchronicity, you see it everywhere, and you think of incidents in your past that are synchronicity, and it blows your mind.
Just now, something like synchronicity happened to me, though considering the circumstances, it probably wasn't, just a subconscious connection I made.
Ok, so, I read this webcomic, Pictures for Sad Children, and I also read the guy's blog, it's funny and so sad. Now, in the blog, this guy, his name is John Campbell, made a comic about this writer, who I thought he made up. One of the parts of this comic is, "Let's talk about the basic contradiction/mystery of the Christian religion, i.e. original sin vs. grace. Opposing concepts difficult to embrace individually much less simultaneously."
This line, and this concept, stuck in my head, and is one of the reasons why I never really took to Christianity, even when I was curious. I just couldn't reconcile these ideas in my head.
Now, I'm writing this essay for my English class, I guess I was talking about it last post, and it's on Flannery O'Connor's story "A Good Man is Hard to Find", and as I was reading this story, and talking about it, and thinking about it, it all boiled down to this one quote from this comic. The story is about the opposing concepts of original sin and grace.
Now, as I'm writing the essay, I was thinking about this, and I went back to the comic to see the original quote and maybe some commentary that would help me. And as I'm reading the comic again, I skip the title and the little blurb on top, and go straight to the comic, and I notice, after the passage I quoted above, it said, "and so Flannery, upon seeing the absence of original sin from creative academic discourse (agnosticism, communism, etc.), wrote, in part, in response to this."
This fucking blew my mind. I don't think it's quite synchronicity, because I've read this comic a bunch of times and it always said Flannery O'Connor in it, and I guess I just made the connection. Or maybe I made the connection because both me and John Campbell were thinking about this.
I don't really know where I'm going with this, but it kind of blew my mind when this happened.
I mean, who the fuck knows how deep our subconscious goes? Or the unconscious? It could be a fuckin' rabbit hole, if that metaphor hadn't been used to death. Or it could just be a mirror, it could be simply a reflection on ourselves, and perhaps that would mean that we always knew this, and we will always know this, and maybe Flannery O'Connor was simply writing this knowledge that everyone has down, to make us see it, to bring it out of our minds. I guess only what's out there really matters, and the subconscious is only where all this comes from. All I know is that I have, like, 2 pots of coffee in me and I need to write, like, 900 more words about this and I am so fuckin' tired.
You ever been like this? Like you have caffeine, and every part of your body is set on high, is set on let's fucking burn down the parliament buildings and punch a nun, but your eyes are on autopilot, and just want to turn off. I swear, every part of my body wants to go out there and meet someone exciting at 3 in the morning in a back alley but my eyes just want to close and stay closed for at least 8 hours, preferably more. Shit, even my memory's shot right now, i keep on meaning to do things and then get distracted and forget what the fuck is happening, and I guess this is normal with all this caffeine, but all I know is that my eyes cannot follow my hands right now and if I lie down, I'm done, I'm dead, I'm fucking Sleeping Beauty (except prettier).
And you know what? Fuck it. I started out talking about something I don't understand. Well, there's a lot of things I don't understand. I don't understand why I had such a good day today, it's like I decided to after I got 52 cents in change back at the pharmacy. Is it all just choice? Happiness and the like? Am I really the master of my own destiny and everything? I need to stop asking questions, because right now, all I can do is regurgitate information about Flannery O'Connor and think about why my eyes hurt so much already. I've only been up, like, 16 hours and they hurt as bad as they did when I was up for 30. Did I, like, break a seal? Did I unlock this vortex of my own pain?
You know, I don't understand people who claim to be insomniacs. It's like, since fucking Fight Club, it's hip to not sleep. But it's not not sleeping that will drive you mad, it's choosing to not sleep, because you have some fucking essay or party happening. It's the choice that'll kill you, because then you hate yourself for your eyes being on fire and not being conscious to what's happening around you. I mean, I don't hate myself, but I fucked up, and I accept this. I just need sleep.
What was I talking about?
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