Weekly Pink Bubbles
Absurdity and Freedom Coexist
Suppose humans are planted into the world, yet the world offers no inherent instructions. Then it follows that “humans” are abandoned in a space devoid of preordained purpose. This “state of being forsaken” becomes the root of existential anxiety—but also the cradle of radical freedom. It’s like standing on the edge of a cliff: ripped by the fear of falling, yet equally aware that stepping forward is a choice entirely within your power.
Let’s put the matter of “Astralis” aside—or whichever Spirits play whatever roles—Silesia comes here and spends her days and nights at the ruins, tirelessly seeking the ultimate truth about the world. She is, perhaps, a fine example of such “absurdity.”
But freedom—if the world is meaningless and one lives within it, then to endow the process of living with meaning and dignity seems like seeking and expressing freedom within the absurd. Without this absurdity, would such freedom even exist? Or would it take another form of “freedom”? Are our choices truly free, or are they made under duress…
Oh—does thinking about all this have any real meaning? And what does “real meaning” even mean? “Meaning” itself is only a term defined by humans. Seen this way, the me who writes these lines could also be said to be seeking freedom within the absurd.
Modern Archaeology
Anyone who has read a few analyses of the late Eclipse Era would understand that the so-called “truth” is essentially constructed by power through discourse.
The New World emerged purely from geographical shifts, yet it is labeled “new.” Set against the “old” of the Ancient Land, apart from differences in energy density, it is “new” chiefly in being recognized and acknowledged by more people. But where do that recognition and acknowledgment come from? The “Ship of Fools” is not merely a tool of isolation, but a cognitive device that defines the boundaries between the normal and the abnormal.
The power-knowledge symbiont quietly carves out definitions of gender, illness, and even happiness. Education within this power system essentially throws people into an unprecedented experiment in self-discipline—every instance of persuasion reinforces a specific cognitive cage. Consider this: Is there truly a need to separate Psionic Power Tech from physical technology? Or is it simply because those in power deem it necessary?
The Paradox of Inaction and Action
"To move through the gaps with effortless precision." In certain distant eras, aligning with the nature of things was considered the highest wisdom. The very aura of Whale Island seems to embody this principle: natural, effortless, following one's heart... When restrained pursuit meets simple, direct aims, life here gives one the feeling that "anything seems possible."
But Silesia thinks differently—he forces effort where it doesn't belong. "Inaction" means dissolving subjective willfulness, letting deeds arise as naturally as a stream winding around stones. Over-planning only stifles the prefrontal cortex's creativity. What a fool. If the Academy offered a course on this, he'd surely flunk it.
Casual Jottings
Nothing in particular to ponder or discuss today.
I've always cherished moments when I "don't need to do anything," yet just now, I felt an impulse to learn a new instrument. It's a pity Rory isn't here. And Annie has no news either... Ha, even in this place rich in Psionic Power, that kind of kinship telepathy still doesn't seem to work, does it?
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