Ideas are just excuses for people to exercise power, or for behavior in general.

Ideas are not about the content of ideas. Ideas are about simply existing and being labeled ideas and are really about what people do with them.

People come up with ideas because there is a market for them, not because there is a need.

The only idea that exists on its own and stands as pure unchallenged idea to all people, is the idea that people can't tell other people the truth -- not even THEMSELVES.

Which is why there had to be legend, history, literature and cinema -- to give people a way to tell the truth in the face of all other avenues being closed.

But this doesn't mean that legend history literature and cinema are vehicles of the truth, but only that they occasionally reveal the METHOD that allows for truth, and occasionally include a short sample of what someone telling the truth might actually look like.

According to these countless books films and historic and prehistoric confabulations, truth is allowed to emerge from a human mouth or run through a human brain only when the eyes on the face of that mouth or brain stare deeply into themselves.

Which is why there are so many fucking "mirror scenes" in the world of cultural make-believe -- they indicate that the believe-maker, in a moment of weakness or equivocation, wanted to at least TRY to include a glimpse of something honest.

Nobody knows where this idea about mirrors originally came from, or why everyone believes it -- while believing absolutely NOTHING ELSE -- especially since scientific research has shown that believing and/or doing it (speaking truth to mirrors), in NO WAY correlates with doing anybody else or yourself ANY fucking good whatsoever.

Which has led some to conclude that maybe literature, cinema, legend, and history have been bought off or are otherwise in the tank to the powers that be, and have thus knowingly consciously and intentionally with malice aforethought conned mankind into spilling their unadulterated guts to any mirror that'll sit there and take it.

But so what? People deserve an outlet for their "honest" bullshit too.

But so this:

See, there's this obscure quantum mechanical law that nobody wants to talk about and is not taught in school or written up in papers because it would ostensibly compromise the national security of the universe.

This law states that mirrors and all other pure reflecting surfaces not only reflect all incident waveforms (electromagnetic, air pressure modulations, whatever) back in the direction of the waves' source, but also send some raw compressed waveform information to superstring theory's 14th dimension hidden far away in the stratosphere.1

This means that people who want to hear the only honesty in the world, just have to park their personal handheld geo-stationary satellites in the right spot, with the right kinds of antennas and transducers, to hear and record the naked truth of human life on earth that no one ever gets to see, especially most of human life itself.

And while they're out there in space, they will no doubt also want to take advantage of their location and spare processor cycles to assist with the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI).

Not because they want to find extraterrestrial life -- but because the more cosmos they search without finding signs of our kind of so-called intelligence, the more likely it becomes that there ARE NO OTHER intelligences like ours out there capable of even communicating off their own crappy little planet.

And therefore, if ultimately no other intelligence equivalent to or better than ours exists anywhere in space and time, then those squawks of endless ego and despair, pride and shame, ignorance and self-conscious virtue your satellites are picking up by the truckload from the mirrors of earth, are each coming directly from the absolute highest point, the farthest out apex, the most extreme pinnacle of utterly everything this fuckin' cosmos has ever been able to achieve in its entire ostensible 15 billion years or so of so-called existence.

And so does the cosmos, unbeknownst to man, wear man's complete story on the front of its tee shirt, and on the back does it say, "15 billion years of miraculous evolution out of absolute nothing, and I all I got was this fucking soap opera!"?

Notes:

1. just enough information to recreate the full semantic content of the original human output of crying swearing screaming accusing praising loving hating or just slow simple easy rational discourse.

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