Meta post: Infogathering
Aug. 13th, 2016 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookofnopeI don't quite consider this complete, but if anything happens to me, share it on the network. Don't wait to see if I return. We don't have time. I trust you.
The Norfinbury Mystery: An archive of findings
I couldn't finish this last section, not beyond those few notes. The more I read and write, the more I feel lost and uncertain about what I'm trying to do here. What we are all trying to do here. is there a point to gathering all this information? We know so little about the nature of reality itself here. Everything we experience may be a deception. There is a path for us to walk; perhaps we are wasting precious time by going off it. I've never been one to let myself be led blindly, and yet, how do we trust our own judgement where we've been repeatedly unable to even trust the evidence of our eyes? Perhaps this whole attempt is merely us flailing to feel in some kind of control.
What we're hoping to do is, of course, survive. Escape. I don't know if I'm truly not convinced that escape is possible, or if its simply my own situation that makes it seem like a pointless prospect one way or another. Survival, escape, even an answer; none of that is going to make a difference. I have to do this for the sake of friends who do have somewhere to go - I'm not that selfish. Though I wonder how much of that is some mad idea of making up for the end I couldn't prevent.
Or perhaps I'm only doing this to stave off the madness. The Beast. Hold it off, the duty of my kind. Until - what? Am I really hoping that Anatole will come?
The Norfinbury Mystery: An archive of findings
I couldn't finish this last section, not beyond those few notes. The more I read and write, the more I feel lost and uncertain about what I'm trying to do here. What we are all trying to do here. is there a point to gathering all this information? We know so little about the nature of reality itself here. Everything we experience may be a deception. There is a path for us to walk; perhaps we are wasting precious time by going off it. I've never been one to let myself be led blindly, and yet, how do we trust our own judgement where we've been repeatedly unable to even trust the evidence of our eyes? Perhaps this whole attempt is merely us flailing to feel in some kind of control.
What we're hoping to do is, of course, survive. Escape. I don't know if I'm truly not convinced that escape is possible, or if its simply my own situation that makes it seem like a pointless prospect one way or another. Survival, escape, even an answer; none of that is going to make a difference. I have to do this for the sake of friends who do have somewhere to go - I'm not that selfish. Though I wonder how much of that is some mad idea of making up for the end I couldn't prevent.
Or perhaps I'm only doing this to stave off the madness. The Beast. Hold it off, the duty of my kind. Until - what? Am I really hoping that Anatole will come?