superposition.

officially, official. s1 of ‘just start.’ is wrapped up! many thanks to everyone involved. here’s the link below if you missed it and were curious.

spent a lot of time at work recently building stuff due to a lot of down time and it seems that the down time is starting to slow down. spend more of that free time working on your stuff.

I just finished 1984, and I think that the ending was terrifying. the idea that the people in charge can fundamentally change the way that people operate which leaves anyone who lived in the world previous, a living relic. as I was reading this, I was rooting for Winston the whole time, thinking that he would figure it out. the lies, the manipulation, the pain, that the party dealt out to secure their power is crazy. I don’t suppose it’s unlike that which the world has experienced before, but as mentioned in the book; the thing that separated the party from other oligarchical powers was that they were fully aware of their actions and the power itself justified their actions towards securing power. they created a new world. a new breed of human. unrecognizable from that of the old age. their history, was the history of the world. they had gone mad. the book almost drove me crazy to be honest with you. if you could see something with your own eyes, and logical people could convince you that you had not actually seen it, what is reality? and while it’s true that every person has their own perspective of reality, generally, we are able to come to a consensus as to what that reality is, but if multiple different people (or the powers at be) were to experience reality differently from me, could I be wrong? how wrong?

an idea stirred within me towards the end of the book about how important it must be to understand your ideals at the most fundamental level. to know why you believe something is more important than what it is that you believe. in a world where there is no change in sight, no truth, and people are being corralled like mindless, instinct-less animals, the reason why you might believe whatever you do is the only thing that could really make you an individual.

in the end, the torture breaks Winston, and he grows to love the one thing that he started off hating. probably the scariest part yet. what is something that you have come to love when you might have initially hated it? what changed? what does that mean to you? why?

while I was left very pensive and shaken, I really enjoyed this book. a classic for a reason I suppose. let me know other classics that I should read.

just a reminder to future me and anyone else who might need it: just start.

all praise to the most high.

pursuit / everything.