Y is for whY (lame I know)

Waffly Bollox: The Reasoning

WHY? - The ultimate question, yet one with the easiest answer,
although the most over looked one - Why Not?

Yet that doesn't make sense does it? We disregard it. We form rules
and logic to stop us from taking that easy answer out. Why do we just
accept things? Why can't we just unthink reality and re-arrange things
as we see fit? See things not necessarily for what they are, but what
they could be. Because we tell ourselves we can't and we believe it.
We've been told all throughout our life that we can't. So we believe we
can't.

We've lost imagination and had it replaced with logic - pseudo quasi
bollocks. People were declared crazy and burnt at stakes for daring to
suggest that the world was round, not too long ago. Were they wrong? By
today's standards and logic, no. Yet back then they were freaks. What
happens if in another 50 years time we discover that the world really
is flat, and that what we believe now is wrong?

Who makes the rules? Have you personally been to space and seen that
the world is round? No.
So who's told you that it is? It's common knowledge. We all KNOW that
is, because that's what we've been told.

Yet what happens when things like mass hysteria come into play?
Conspiracy theories and cover-ups? Propaganda? Is anything that we
actually believe true? What happens if the first person to prove
something was wrong, but by the time they discovered they were wrong,
it was too late to stop the momentum of the boulder?

Does any of this actually bother you? Why? Has it raised doubts within
your mind? Caused you to question everything you've ever taken for
granted?

You've let your mind wonder.
You've pondered.
You've thought......

Prepare youself&;#8230;&;#8230;

Matter
Take for instance matter. Everything is made up of matter. Yet we also
have anti-matter. Now despite beliefs contrary to the popular (yes,
started by me), I do not know everything. I have no real clue what
anti-matter is, yet I know what it isn't. It isn't matter. Obviously.
But therein is the key. Something which is the complete opposite of
everything. It plays a pivotal role in the universe. Everything is made
up of matter. Anti-matter balances it out. Without one there is no
other.

So logic has to have something to balance it out. Something I tend to
call bollox. The thing people forget about bollox is that it cannot be
dismissed. Like anti-matter it plays its part. If it wasn't for bollox,
then all ideas would be sensible ones. All of us would be geniuses. We
would all be equal. Now although that sounds like utopia, it's not the
case. If we were all as intelligent as each other were, then nothing
would ever get done. No one would take orders from anyone else, as we
would all be equal. The world would be full of however many billion
freethinking individuals, all working for themselves. All having
thoughts of genius. Nothing would get done. Or if it were, it would be
done billion-fold. If we all thought the same then we would be
destroying creativity. There would no longer be individuality, just a
mass swarm of individuals all thinking the same things
separately.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not dismissing logic. Logic is obviously a key
part of nature. Without logic we'd be left with pure bollox. Which
wouldn't be good, for pretty much the same reasons as having no bollox,
with similar results.
A ying to a yang, logic has to be used constructively with bollox. The
genius has to step back occasionally and look at their product from an
open mind. What is it that makes someone a genius? The fact that they
are intelligent? Or the fact that everyone else isn't? Which isn't to
say that bollox is a sign of un-intelligence. Just a different approach
to looking at things. Not better. Not worse. A form of relaxing the
mind. Letting one's self go, perhaps for the first time.

Alcohol
When drunk we tend to talk the most bollox. We waffle along saying
things that would be laughed at in common place society. We dismiss any
drunken ideas we have because it is 'the drink talking.' yet it is
within these drunken stupors that we are truly ourselves. Yes, you get
the emotional drunkenness and the reach the point of complete and utter
rubbish being spoken. I'm not saying alcohol is the key to a happy life
and a surefire way to genius. As with most things it can support and
destroy.
It is when we're drunk that we are most honest. With ourselves as well
as others. Our inhibitions have been broken. The metaphorical barrier
washed away by the alcohol. We say what we feel and mean, a lot easier.
We're more simple and childlike and innocent. We forget rules and
discipline. We can truly think how and what we want to think, perhaps
think as we are supposed to think. Until you wake up in the morning
regretting it.

Drugs
*Please note - I am not condoning drug usage. I am not inciting any
illegal activity, or implying that any laws should be altered. Nor am I
declaring that drugs are evil and that you mustn't take them. I am
simply giving my views in the form of an impartial stand.*

Take Hendrix. Take Lennon. Take Dali. Some of the most creative people
in history. Yet blatant stoners. These men were geniuses. Fact. Was it
because of their habit? We cannot say. Yet from what I have read on
them, I believe that drugs helped. Their mind-altering substances of
choice did exactly as the name implied. Whether they had out of body
experiences and could see themselves working, and see what they were
doing wrong, I cannot know. Whether they lived second childhoods or had
pink elephants telling them what to do, I do not know. Yet these men
tried something different. Pioneered their fields. They probably
weren't the first, and certainly won't be the last. I'm not saying that
anyone who takes drugs will become geniuses. Far from it, if everyone
took drugs then it would be the people who didn't take drugs that stood
out. The geniuses become the insane and the insane become the geniuses.
A thin line for treading.

Dreams
Is life a dream? If so, who's dreaming it? Is there someone up their
dreaming about all us little people, giving us all sentience and
free-thought, until the day when they awaken and we all cease to be
just like that? Is there anything we can do to stop this dreamer waking
up? Or are we ourselves the dreamer? Am I dreaming all of you? Do you
exist only because of me? Or do I really not exist? Are you the
dreamer, and have you simply dreamt that someone called Phil has
written this?

We all dream. That is 'fact'. We've all had dreams that we can
remember when we wake up.
Why do we have dreams? Are they just our imagination, running wild
creating fantasies? Or are they something more? Our unconscious selves,
precogniting? Warning us of what's to come through vivid pictures, not
always clear to us. Or are they alien voices, communicating to us in
our sleep? Or are they just pure drivel? Random images with no meaning
or purpose? A mistake of genetic superiority? Why can we remember some
dreams yet not others? It's been 'proved' that we always dream. So why
block some out? Is it that we cannot handle whatever 'whatever it is',
is trying to tell us? Is it that we just don't want to know?
What about nightmares? Where does a dream end and a nightmare
begin?

Psychics
People exist who can supposedly tell the future. Who can use
information that they get from mediums such as tarot cards or the
stars, to predict what lies ahead? Why can only a few people do this
though? What gift do they possess that we don't? Why don't we possess
it? Or is it just that everyone has the power deep down, yet we
suppress it through doubt, or disbelief or even fear?
Do we even want to know our own futures? The majority of us do. We may
not believe in psychics, yet we would like to know what lies ahead. To
see what mistakes we're going to make and how to avoid them. But not
all of us. Some of us prefer our cards to be blank. Of our own making.
To not know what lies ahead. Because who's to say that our future is
set in stone and is predictable? Who's to say that it wasn't blank
until the moment we attempt to see into it, and that our very curiosity
seals our own fate?

Deja Vu
Why do we sometimes get that nagging feeling that we've been here
before? That we've heard that exact phrase before or experienced
something before? Is life simply a loop? Are we destined to relive our
lives over and over again until we do something in them differently?
Each time not knowing, however much the deep memory niggling at the
back of our heads tries to tell us. Are we simply the product of a
giant computer game, each time having our memories erased?
It's said that each of us has an exact double. What if that double,
actually is us? Just a certain amount of time further ahead than us,
oblivious to the fact that we exist, following in their footsteps. And
if there's a version of him, behind him, who's to say there isn't one
behind us, and behind them as well? A whole endless string of ourselves
existing almost simultaneously, with a connection between us, however
faint.

Downs Syndrome
People with Downs are often looked at as handicapped, or disabled. Yet
who is to say that we're not the disabled ones? Now these people aren't
stupid. They can be great artists or athletes. They can carry out
normal jobs. They have no boundaries holding them back mentally. Within
their head they see what they want to see. They don't understand
things, concepts. They forget things, yet remember others, usually
really suprisingly obscure things. Remembering them photographically.
They create constants within their world. A world where the world
within their head and the world outside it, are one and the same. Where
fantasy interacts with reality. Where the thinker tells the story as it
goes along.
Do they long to be 'normal?' We tend to treat them differently, as if
they're worse off, but who's to say that we're not the ones who are
worse off? That they're happier than we are. That they're laughing at
us.

Now.
I'm not completely mad. That I assure you. Or am I a conspiracy
theorist. If you've actually read all that and not just skimmed through
it, you may be wondering what any of this has to do with anything.
Certainly my whole bollox theory and Waffly Bollox as a whole. Why I've
gone all serious and deep. From going on about complete and utter
bollox, I've landed at several serious conclusions and thoughts,
however cryptic or non-committal. I've made some points about things.
I've thought about things. I've got from bollox to logic. And that is
the key. You have to unwind once in a while and have some mad capped
ideas, even if you don't actually believe in them yourself. The fact
that you can type such bollox, proves that you still have imagination.
That you still think, rather than just be told. I've taken something
that started off as a joke, and turned it into a community. A group of
people regularly log on, to read my bollox, and to contribute their
own. I've created a phenomenon, and I've captured your attention whilst
I was at it. How good is that, eh?!!! ;)

Welcome aboard, enjoy the ride.

Phil Thomas
9/7 - 20/7/2001 AD
http://www.wafflybollox.co.uk