Bad Mayonnaise & The Fictitious Fabric of Every Truth

Do you think the lowercase 'o' in 'of' in the title feels bad about only it being "lowercase"?

Did you read both the subtitle and title? The ‘o’ in that context - do you think it feels inferior or superior or does it feel different?

Does it victimize or become a fascist?

That’s right, we are talking about the lowercase ‘o’ in the title and not about the bad mayonnaise that feels bad now, probably. We are not even talking about the elephant in the room which is the fictitious fabric of truth. Can an elephant feel small? Can Mayonnaise have morality assigned to it.

Let us break everything down now.

Bad Mayonnaise - Yeah I know bad mayonnaise but do you know “bad”? What is bad? It is something not good for you.

Well, that’s convenient.

So good and bad are these constructs. A provocative construct. Much like truth and lie. Constructs created for convenience -which pretty much is everything and anything and nothing. That is not a word vomit. Everything and anything and nothing is a construct. First a construct of the mind and then through language.

Now on one side there is the question - is bad mayonnaise then never really bad? is it always mayonnaise and not good nor bad?

But please do not fondle those parts of your curious brain. That is not the question.

The question is what is a question? Why is a question and why is an answer? Why am I writing?

There is just mayonnaise. We are neurobiologically wired to split into a minimum of two. Pairs, opposites… Is it a bipedal being thing? I wonder.

This need to split is why duality seem inseparable from us. We need extreme ends too in that duality. We want it way more than we need harmony between each ends. It seems to be the best evidence of a will to power in humans.

The need to outlive is a will to power and that will, is yes, pretty evident. Will to power is a will to pleasure oneself because what does any accomplishment serve to us if not pleasure in a spectrum. The will to pleasure and acquire it through finding stimulations that maximizing the quality of the very human experience.

There is only the will to pleasure. The looseness of using ‘pleasure’ as a word there makes me want to say the will to stroke the genitalia that allow us this sentient existence form.

The Fictitious Fabric of Every Truth

That is all there is. We should not talk about the thing in itself because the thing in itself is not a Schrodinger’s cat even. We cannot comprehend it. We can only misrepresent it. The things in itself is not palpable by any modicum of the most enhanced human computational capabilities or capacities. The state of the whole in itself is not in need to be talked about because it never was designed for human experience.

We create and believe our truths like we are originally and only meant to be. We are not to learn the actual human truth.

The actual human truth is that, the truth by itself is a fabricated by each of us and it is so limited by our human limits. Each person’s truth is different - that is a less revealing reality compared to the truth that the very fabric of truth and the seeking of it and all of it is fictitious fallacy.

That is not pessimistic or a philosophical suicide unless you just get carried away in your ideas of what ‘fictitious fallacy’ means.

Do you understand?

I and no one can say it is fictitious fallacy.

But within human understanding truth means something.

The ultimate truth is that there is none, we created the idea and meaning of truth and even gave it counterparts with fallacy and over time evolved to find space for realities such as vague and neutral.

So there is only ‘fallacy’? Only the ‘void’?

No. Those are also constructs.

What is not a construct then?

Nothing - but that is a construct too.

Is there anything without duality even.

Here is the end note to end it.

There never is no question or is it all questions.