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Jason Silva – Existential Bummer

By Gregon

For those seeking some inspiration, here’s the latest ‘Shots of Awe’ instalment from Jason Silva, “Existential Bummer”, on entropy, impermanence and ‘sadness in the ecstasy’…

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Greg is the owner-editor of The Daily Grail, as well as the author of a number of books including Stop Worrying, There Probably is an Afterlife.
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3 Comments

  1. Non-attachment vs. Detachment
    Very nice video–though he mis-characterizes the Buddhist attitude somewhat, since there is a difference between non-attachment and DEtachment. Some of the most vitally engaged individuals I’ve known have been Buddhists, actually, it’s just that they try not to hang onto experiences or emotions once their shelf-life is up. But they’re not detached, not in the normal sense of that term.
    A brilliant depiction of this is the scene near the end of “Treasure of the Sierra Madre” where Walter Huston’s character realizes all the gold he and his partner worked so hard for is now gone with the wind. He’s lived his experience fully and completely, no holds barred, but when it’s time to move on, it’s time to move on, no regrets:

  2. Hold it forever
    Therein lies the emotional need that fuels much of the Transhumanist movement: the idea to attain immortality & remain unchanged, like a perfect picture.

    By all means, keep on creating & envisioning & dreaming. Do not stand still.

    But also keep in mind the words of the poet:

    I met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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