posted on May, 17 2013 @ 06:30 PM
I have no "core" belief. I have the entire accumulation of my expirience, guiding my every move, informing my every thought, skills I have picked up
along the way allowing me to forge ahead. I do not live every day by one simple soundbyte, nor every year by one Biblical reference, nor every moment
inspired by just one tune, or piece of artwork.
To do so, in ignorance of all that I have learned, would be vacuous. I live by an amorphous code of conduct, guided instinctively by lessons learned
in pain and joy, suffering and peace, and an awareness of the duality of man, and life itself. From the fact that one knows nothing of peace until
they have suffered calamity, nor joy till they have known sorrow, right up to the fact that from the moment I was born, like all human beings, I began
to die, all these things inform my path, my thinking, and my core structure.
There are things which have inspired me, my faith in God being a most notable example. Music, literature, the arts in all thier forms, and the works
of mankind, those of such grandiose scale as to make one proud, for just a moment, to be linked even by the tenuous thread of genetics, to those
feats, these have all had thier effect.
But how can anyone really say what thier core beliefs are? We are fundamentally connected to every single particle in the universe, we are constructs
of atoms which were once the heart blood of stars, particles which once poured from the guts of blackholes as x-ray bursts. Yes, my faith informs my
morality, and my beliefs about the afterlife. But with the sure knowledge that I am both an insignificant part of, but intrinsically connected to,
every other thing in the universe, means that my core belief is so utterly unimportant, both to me, and in the grand scheme of things, that to bother
to formulate one at all seems almost heretical.
I suppose despite it all, I am just glad to be here, glad to be here now, to see it all happen and take my place in the great machine of existence. I
havent time for the trivialities of my core beliefs, when there is so much to see and expirience, all happening outside my own head, in the world
beyond my skin. Tragedy, mayhem, heroism, and stoicism. Fear, terror even, and also bravery and courage, a constant interplay of shadow on light, and
light into shadow, and all the technicolour spaces between those poles.
Life is far to short to bother with ones own philosophy, unless there is something at hand which absolutely requires it. In my expirience, one knows
when that time is upon one. When that time comes, it is rarely necessary to think about the subject at hand before deciding wether to support a
position or destroy it. I tend to arrive at these things instinctively, given the correct stimulation. No doubt my subconcious mind works on these
things feverishly. I think it has learned to do that, because I never get bored enough to coax such a thing to the forefront myself.
Dont get me wrong, on any given subject, political or philosophical, I could probably answer any question about my veiw on a specific. But something
as morphic as my core? My core remains strong because it shifts when stimulated by new input, so I have no one core belief. All I have is a system of
interconnected thoughts and feelings, which rise together under specific pressures applied to the whole, which come out as opinions, actions, words
and emotions. I wonder, if anyone can honestly say any different, without a niggle at the back of thier heads, wondering if a formula response based
on expectations they percieve in others, might not have been a true reflection of the chaos at thier centres.
It is true though, you know, about our relationship to the universe. We were all born of chaos, chaos with a structure. No wonder the question you
pose, is so much more complicated than it sounds when first said aloud.