Life As A Surreal Experience
When I was young I had no idea what to make of life. Now after 70+ years I am finally more settled in my thoughts about life, but not with any consistently factual or slam-dunked totally-grasped understanding. After all, I am human. And thus I will, like everyone else, sooner rather than later— simply die. When all is said and done, with far more said than done, the evolutionary process will not have been impacted upon by me anymore that it has ever been impacted on by any member of any other species. Oh, sometimes an evolutionary change will happen to occur because of the actual presence of a particular member of a particular species, but the same change would have occurred later, again by chance, when a different member of a particular species happens on the scene and plays the needed role to bring about an evolutionary change which all along was just waiting to be made. Evolutionary change has a direction to it. Life was bound to expand to include life on land just as it had been occurring in water. Life then was bound to expand to include life flying around over the land, and so evolution goes in a very directional manner.
It is well to remember that life doesn’t just change in physical ways, but in behavioral ways too—especially with the human species. All sport records continue to get broken because, over time, humans become stronger, bigger, faster, and better trained with better diets. We know from historical records that humans have become more civilized, more intimately involved with each other, and kinder in the way we tolerate/treat each other. Even religions change over time in very specific directions. We don’t routinely anymore burn witches at the stake, or quarter heathens in the public square, or use guillotines to behead people (at least very rarely), or make human/animal sacrifices on alters, and so on. That is an aspect of the evolutionary process to which which we often give little focus.
We also learn that so much in life is relative. I see videos of very rural and unsophisticated societies and wonder how these inhabitants can live life in such crude simple primitive ways. And yet, when some of these individuals experience their little village huts burned and most of the residents raped and killed—and when a few surviving young people escape—to live in refugee camps for years, and end up here in the United States—when all is said and done these survivors have their fondest memories of their simple village life back so many years ago. For them this is a treasured past. They lived it and I did not.
By nature I have always had empathy with those who suffer misfortunes of various ilk in life. It is probably less kindness than a fear that ‘wow, that could be me suffering such a fate’. Early in life, when bad things happened to a treasured pet, and I couldn’t make the pet better, it was personally tragic to me emotionally. When I ponder people from the past, it always includes those whose misfortune in life left them poorly equipped to have success in various ways. When I ride on a city bus or rapid transit, or just walk along urban streets I am overwhelmed at the “still, sad music of humanity”. When I watch the inhumanity of so many during street riots in ghettos, I don’t hate them, I cringe to realize so many people, raised essentially like animals, suffering from chronic high levels of stress hormones (with all the consequences of this), would likely be my fate were I to have been raised in the same kind of environment.
While all these glimpses of life from life’s other side make one’s view of life rather surreal, the sheer numbers of humans (7.4 billion) is too vast a number for me to process in any realistic manner. The Black Lives Matter people made a big mistake when they left off the word “too” at the end of their movement title. But because of the huge numbers of humans now existing, how do I possibly make everyone’s life matter? Things mattered a lot more to me when there was just a small family, some pets, and some neighborhood friends that constituted my formative years. But in our formative years we really have limited control over anything and so the things that really mattered were more frustrating than anything else. Of course we need to be self-serving, since self survival starts with ourselves. We inherit or develop peculiarities which make us different. These peculiarities can make it easier to fit in with others or more difficult.
No matter the particulars of our peculiarities, it is a rare person who is self made or can remotely claim that they earned their successes the old fashioned way—they earned them. If Robert Redford were to brag about his many sexual experiences with beautiful women it would be inane. If I had his looks I would be on my 4th or fifth marriage and have had too many easy to come by sexual experiences for sex to even be a big deal. There may be truth to the saying that good looking sex partners are usually bad in bed. And what kind of crazy aspect of life is it when people have such a variation in terms of what sex acts turn them on the most? Or don’t much get turned on by sex at all? When I read about a young person who forces sex on an old woman I am aghast at something like that. Why would a young person want to have sex with some old wrinkled senior citizen? As much as some sexual activities are wrong, they also are compulsive. Why, we might wonder, would a nationally known politician start sending pics of his private parts to strangers over the internet? Huh? This is insanity and a sad kind of insanity. Sex is the most surreal aspect of our lives and the least controllable aspect of our being. This is the one area where feelings are totally the basis for the behavior. If someone likes oral sex there are no facts here to discuss, and God help their partner if they don’t like oral sex. It is not even clear to me how counseling would help. “Of course you can learn to like oral sex, now take a deep breath and do your duty”. Yeah, ok. Which always reminds me of the English gal who, upon hearing her husbands footsteps coming down the hallway, would sigh, open her legs and think of England. Or another English gal expressing her attitude towards sex acts, “I don’t care what they do as long as they don’t do it in the street and scare the horses.”
But even after we remove sex from consideration here about life, in the end, after all our experiences and pondering, life will still be surreal. After sex, religious beliefs are the next most surreal stuff in our lives. Most people simply inherit their religion or marry into a religion and then whatever the scripture attached, it becomes the Word of God. Of course no one claims God wrote the scripture, but we use our faith to maintain allegiance to our religion, at least when it is self-servingly convenient. The problem is that those with the most faith end up with their religious behaviors becoming compulsive/addictive irrational behaviors. The only logical and universal ethical principle is the Golden Rule. Any deviation from this is ethically irrational.
So, okay we will remove sex and religion from our consideration. Does that make the rest of our lives less surreal? Well, by definition surreal is associated with unreal, bizarre, unusual, weird, strange freakish, unearthly, uncanny, dreamlike. Ok, so be it. But that is why we like movies so we can be entertained by this kind of stuff. I suspect my hobby of wandering around for hours in nature or urban communities is just another kind of movie—only it is a real life movie. And for sure, we learn from our real life input. Movies are simply someone else’s created sense of reality. What we experience ourselves in life is our true reality. I can watch a movie, or a campaign clip about some important person running for office, but that is hardly a portrait of reality. If we knew the person well that would be our reality of them.
At this juncture, in a musing about the surreal essence of life, we need to assume the premise that the Golden Rule is really the inherent universal human principle for ethics. It seems, at least to me, that this is a logical conclusion since no one, anywhere, ever disputes this is an ethical principle. We really do understand this, but seldom practice it when it clashes with our emotional or self-serving interests at the time. Like any ethical structure, there need be a reward for ethical behavior, or for what then would be the purpose of ethical behavior? Many, if not most, would insist there will be a Heaven after death of some sort. There is no logical or factual basis for this, but neither can anyone prove such a phenomena might not exist. Interestingly, we sly-ass humans always combine Heaven with a God who will forgive us for our sins, even at the last minute, so we can get to Heaven no matter how many sinful killings or robberies, etc. we may have committed. How convenient. After, while we may have been ’saved’ at the last minute by a merciful God, how can those we killed be saved from Hell if they had not yet been saved at the time we killed them. Well, lucky for us, too bad for them, and God will understand because He is our friend. How self serving is all this?
Anyway, the reward for using the Golden Rule as the basis for ethics is to maximize our contentment in life. Remember the giver and the receiver get some contentment in life from this behavior toward others. Even so, after letting all this be a crucial given here in this musing, just why is there so much tragedy, sadness, and unfairness in human lives? Any process which depends on diversity, chance, genetics, and environment will be seeped in all these unfairnesses en route to evolutionary progress. None of these unfairnesses are personal, just like the person who invented poker, is not personally responsible for who wins or loses while playing the game. We mentioned earlier that praying is so much easier than effectuating change via a collective application of the Golden Rule. So naturally prayer becomes a more popular approach and stupid to the extreme. Hardly anyone in a football stadium or watching the game on TV thinks God is really going to decide which team wins and which players have a good game. But nevertheless some players have a prayer circle before the game, and after, some look towards the Heavens when the game is on the line, and often individuals of the winning team thank God for their personal performance or team win. Really now, why then did so many people argue so ferociously about which team would win before the game started? Clearly they don’t really believe God is going to decide who wins the game. It seems evident that the evolution of the human species has a way to go.
At this stage in the evolution of our species, we often insist it is either a religious sect which will determine the future or a particular form of government. We routinely kill each other over these ‘crucial’ aspects of our societies. Interestingly, both sides in any political or religious clash (the usual culprits) believe that God is on their side. But this is confusing. After all these years, what religious, political, ethnic, cultural, or geographic group is God really supporting? God must be awfully fickle in his support and keep switching sides. And therein lies the core of the surreality of human life. We too much believe in perceptions which are irrational. In terms of maximizing human contentment in this world, religious and political groups are of no real importance. I doubt God is up there waving the American Flag around or the Jewish flag or the Russian flag or any flag at all, for that matter. Even religious leaders don’t go so far as to depict God or Jesus etc, waving any sort of national flag around. That’s our personal nonsense.
The nature of the evolutionary process is such that there will be too much tragedy, sadness, and unfairness in human lives. Yet, because of the inherent human ethical principle embodied in the Golden Rule, we can, as a species, keep the tragedy, sadness, and unfairness in human lives to a minimum and maximize the extent of human happiness in our societies. Whenever we personally see someone suffering and we should help alleviate their suffering, we ought to do so. And we will feel good for doing it and even even receive greater contentment when the help goes to someone different from our own self, group, nations, etc. It is hard not to feel a greater sense of contentment when someone who least expects our help, receives it. Invariably, the degree of contentment on both sides will be maximized. We are expected to help solve problems in our own family, but helping others outside family generates even a higher level of contentment. After all, the Golden Rule is an expanded concept of any genetic or national family. I guess a lot of ‘God’s children’ prefer to limit these children to their own children. Family values is not the same at all as the Golden Rule. Of course parents have special obligations to their own children, but ethics applies to ‘all God’s children.
My career as a college professor made me realize, early on, the positive significance of helping those who least expect us to help. Our antennas should always be up looking to spot those in need, especially if they seem isolated from others. Isolation of some citizens from others is toxic to any society. No one initially appreciated my assigning permanent lab partners after a couple of weeks to couples who were very opposite from each other in some way. I would try to match the good looking with the plain looking, the outgoing with the quiet, the smart with the less smart, the straight with the gay, the social with the nonsocial, and so on. When they would complain I would explain: “The real world is one in which we are expected to relate well to all sorts of people different from ourselves. So I just do my best to be sure you are well knowledgeable about physiology and can relate well to all sorts of people.” As a result of this pairing some of the most diverse personalities became good friends by the end of the semester. It would be especially gratifying to me when a student especially different from me personally, and may have given me an excuse for some action on their part, only to find I offer my help to solve the problem. Offering to help someone who is least expecting help from someone of a different bent, will invariably be received with astonishment. Any distant disdain will change overnight to permanent gratitude. Over the years I received many Teacher of the Year Awards or Outstanding Faculty Awards and it was not because I was a great lecturer or the smartest Professor around, or the easiest grader, had the most impressive appearance or whatever, but precisely because students thought I cared about them as individuals. Some awards are not what they seem on the surface.
Because life really is surreal it is a losing battle to pretend it is otherwise. Take the human created terms good and evil, right and wrong, God and Devil. Nowhere in the history of evolution are these terms used. Evolution is based on suitable and unsuitable for the environment at a particular period in evolutionary history. The dinosaurs did not disappear because they were evil. Even right and wrong has limitations. With a planet occupied by endless diversity, it gets rather tricky to start too carefully labeling what is right and wrong. Slavery back in it’s day had plenty who said it was right and plenty others who said it was wrong. The issue was not decided by a tribunal of experts on right and wrong. It was decided by a civil war in which one side won and the other side lost despite plenty of Christian clergy on both sides. Burning at the stake, beheading, hanging, and so on were all deemed right at some points in history. Interracial marriage is deemed by some to be right and others to be wrong. Same with gay marriage. I suppose inbreeding can be claimed wrong on a scientific basis.
When humans start to stray from their inherent understanding of ethics by practicing something other than the Golden Rule, then right and wrong lose any universal appeal. In any event, it really makes no difference what any species thinks about any aspect of the evolutionary process since it moves forward on evolutionary time according to the laws which govern it’s operation. God is the Whatever that created these laws. Well, just who the hell is God and how did he get created? Something, I guess, came from nothing and only an illusionary fool would claim to know the answers here. It is what it is. Every gift has a gift giver and that is the only basis for us to understand anything about God.
Life is surreal because we have limited intellect, some more limited than others. But it makes no difference anyway since neither the dumbest of us or the smartest of us has any personal power to alter the evolutionary process. It is likely that a pet thinks human behavior is surreal, albeit they don’t have any abstract concept of something being surreal. But it sure must be puzzling to them. Every time each of us, or we collectively, make a decision not based on fact or careful logic we have contributed to the surreality of life. Today feelings, intolerance to diversity, alternate facts, and internet misinformation all tend to push life further into surreality. It is, I reckon, good theatre but not a good sign for the future of humanity. Clinging to a past in which nations could pretty much be an island unto themselves creates a new surreality that ensures chaos as a consequence. It is probably fair to say things are getting a lot more surreal.
When we take the stance that we cannot tolerate those who think, behave, and feel differently about some issue in life, we simply ensure that our level of contentment will be short circuited by this lack of tolerance for diversity. It is always better to ask someone to explain why they feel the way they do about this or that than to attack them for their varied feelings toward your own feelings. This is not to say we need tolerate anyone’s actions which are interfering with someone else’s rights or physical safety. When we can bring ourselves to accept diversity, be genuinely intrigued by it, it is at that point we are actually putting ourselves in line with the surreality of life. Life is not just what appears to be real to us. Life is real to others in ways life is not real to ourselves. Of course there are social limits to someone else’s reality. If they kill because they feel the need to, this cannot be tolerated; if they steal someone else’s property this cannot be tolerated; if they deprive others of rights which they already have, this cannot be tolerated—and so on. When someone says they don’t want to stand during a national anthem, they don’t have to. We might want to enquire why they don’t want to stand so we understand where they are coming from. They might say “Well I don’t stand because I don’t approve of everything my country does”. Ok, then the question might be, “well then, why is anyone standing”? The only thing certain here is that another person cannot themselves define why someone is not standing for the anthem, only the person who is not standing can answer that. Of course all of this is surreal.
Life is surreal. When I wander around on my lengthy walks I see so much about life that is surreal. If we fight this reality, and insist all of life has to be just as we personally perceive it to be, then we will end up as discontented as a Donald Trump—with everybody and everything—all the time, twenty four hours a day—and become a brainless feeling machine—lashing out at perceived friends and foes depending on which way the wind is blowing.
The fact that Donald Trump could get elected is not only surreal, but is indicative that the majority of our own population have become frustrated cauldrons of feelings and frustrations. This is not a good sign at all. Seems like there are a whole lot of chronically high levels of stress hormones existing in so many of our citizens; for different reasons of course, but how our bodies and mind respond to chronic high levels of stress hormones is the same regardless of the cause. How all this works out in the near future will itself be surreal—to us, but not to the evolutionary process which I suppose is the only reality that counts.