Our Daily Obsession
We love our movies and our television. Is there nothing we enjoy more than vicarious escapism? That everyday heroin-fix that is so flimsy, that we know is intangible. We love it because it takes us to a place where the real dangers of the world are not so important. Heroes always prevail, villains are vanquished, and we are entertained. We know that the stories are all fading, that they have been created from imagination, but that makes them no less real.
From one day to the next none of us can decide what is truly serious, important, funny, or worth living for in our lives. Our priorities float in the ether of change, evolving along with us on fleeting whims and impulsive decisions. We justify this by telling ourselves that we are the masters of our own destiny. There can be no doubt that we matter.
But there comes a day when we all must be ferried across the river of life. On this day we will realize that we are just like the entertainment that we enjoy—fleeting and silly. From any view other than our own, life is a comedy, and from our view all others are the same.
Psychedelic drugs, rational inquiry, religious experience and introspection all provide us paths to a pleasantly unconcerned view of humanity. In the words of Carl Sagan: “The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.”