Some Kind of Love
By: Patrick M. Ohana
Tags: AI, Prose, Love, Big Bang, Reality

Some Kind of Love

Reality will always beat fiction

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Reality will always beat fiction because fiction can be perfect and reality cannot. I can stop here. I think that I’ve made my point. I’m sorry. I forgot the love part and it has to be addressed. It’s even in the title. Love? It would require at least a book, even a series on types of love and what not. Let’s keep love at the human level. You know? I love you. I love you too. Let’s have some fun! Or, I love you. I don’t. Let’s have some fun! There are other combinations, of course, but they’re not the point in any of this or that.

Love is a strange creature. It’s never satisfied. Even when it feels satisfied, it hopes for more. It’s apparently human nature. There are some people — the statistics are flawed — who can remain happy for very long periods of time, even most of their lives. They must exist. They surely exist in fiction. But how does happiness even figure in with love?

It’s true. You can be miserable and in love. You don’t have to be happy. Being happy is a bonus from the universe. “Here’s a lifeline, little life form. Let’s see what you will do with it.” That was the universe thinking almost 14 billion years ago. Everything that exists started there. I call it the Stupid Bang. What was so big about it? We are one of the results almost 14 billion years later. Not much in 14 billion years, I reckon. I would have expected something at least like AI. You know, the Borg. The universe is behind. It’s moving too freaking fast.

At the moment of the so-called Big Bang, something occurred, but no one can even show any possibility of what it was. It’s still a pure unknown. It’s like a fiction. If the mechanism of the matrix is to create possibilities of matter, energy, and life, why go about it without free will? If everything started at that point, then everything that occurred until and beyond Nietzsche’s mind, was predetermined. But what if that spark was random in nature. With some laws, of course. We can’t go too crazy since nothing good will come out. Randomness with laws isn’t randomness. It’s controlled randomness. So, again, it’s predetermined.

Where does love figure in all this? It’s predetermined too. It doesn’t seem so. But it’s part of the predetermined plan. Love is always held hostage because it’s the only thing that’s good. Everything else is relative. Einstein was right, of course. What did you expect from a genius? A poem? A haiku? A 10-Ways-How-to-Clean-Your-Walk-In-Closet? A muse story? Thus, love is never satisfied and we can stop at that.

But what predetermined it? How come it’s predetermined? Anyone cognizant of the scientific literature would know, mostly assume, that it was covered and that we had free will. Yes! This beast again. But it pales in comparison to the whale in the room. No! The dinosaur! Why this and not something else or just nothing. I’m starting to appreciate the idea of nothing. But it’s only a fictitious idea because nothing doesn’t exist. There are always some subatomic particles causing ordered havoc. I think we can add to it particle entanglement. Those couples are the best. They will never leave you, even if you’re separated by galaxies. The only way for something like that to work is if it’d been predetermined.

I think that it’ll always be an impossible question to answer. We may need to change our strict mindset and allow unusual possibilities that may help in the quest for the truth. Though it seems to me, and many others, I suppose, that the truth may also be a fiction, and that in reality there’s no such thing. There are perspectives, interpretations, claims, hypotheses, and certainly facts. The word says it all. Undeniable evidence. That’s how science works. It’s methodical in repeating the same steps in its quest to find a new bit of the puzzle of the truth, the universe, the whatever whole, which begins to lose the little sense it may have had since it’s a cul-de-sac. You have to reverse course and start all over again.

It’s fun and smart to do science and philosophize at the same time. Many interesting things can come out. Even the idea of the Borg. Individuality is replaced with unconditional love. Love is maybe a strong word in this context. Let’s use, link! It seems to be a synonym. At any rate, there are questions that may not have an answer because there’s none, and we can’t accept it. We’re not wired to assent. We’ll always ask somewhere, why? We can always come up with an answer to the little whys, but the big whys like the Stupid Bang and even God, especially God. Why God? We always seem to ask, why not? We need a God. I understand and almost agree. So, God is important to be able to even survive in a predetermined existence. It makes perfect sense.

Patrick M. Ohana