The Sad Myths of Humanity

He didn’t have a soul, neither dd anyone, for that matter. Everyone was soulless, and a majority falsely believed that there existed a sacred entity within each and every human being that was indestructible and as pure as fresh cow milk. He himself had believed it, till a few years ago, for lack of initiative taken to unearth the truth that was so easily found in the vast realms of the internet, especially the scientific ones based on the latest research and findings.

He struggled to give meaning to his life everyday. There were days when he didn’t feel like getting out of bed, and would end up shrugging it off reluctantly, blaming it on the hangover left over from college life, where the environment entailed that laziness was cooler than dedication, unless the cause of dedication was even cooler like gaming or sports or flirting or binge watching video content for hours on end and neglect academic responsibilities.

There were also days when he would feel extremely good, buzzing with pleasant sensations and would be raring to get out of home to create some change in the world, by utilizing the means of connectivity available to everyone on the earth with an internet connection, and talking to people about how he wanted to create some value and whether they would be interested in a conversation for a potential partnership, either commercial or in kind, depending on the way the conversation led itself to.

His take on the meaning of life, took a completely new shape after he read Yuval Noah Harrari’s Sapiens and immediately went on to grab his hands on its sequel, Homo Deus, his mind struggling to come to terms with what he had read, and fascinated by it all at the same time. Like the fact that the author had explicitly stated that Gods, religions and nations were fictional entities who weld an extraordinary amount of power over the lives of ordinary citizens by weaving around myths and stories, devised to ensure the mass of human beings co-operated with one another by believing in commonly shared myths, beliefs and stories.

The books satisfied an innate need within him, a skepticism that had enveloped him since childhood, when his curiosities had umpteen questions about the rituals and dogmas his family members followed, only to be nipped in the bud by some elders who said ‘it was the way it was’. He had quietly buried the questions into the deeper recesses of his mind, and as he grew up, he would be content by laughing and poking fun at them as they smiled stupidly whenever he posed his questions, completely aware of the fact that they were as ill-equipped with answers as he was, just that they couldn’t admit it to themselves, being the patrons of the imagined realities that mankind had created all those millennia ago as stories to be told to each other while drunk or high, but still being followed in the twenty-first century like an unwritten rule, that too being sober. The last part was more stupid.

The part that stunned him most was that all human desires stemmed not out of free will or freedom but external stimuli and genes, that governed the electrochemical processes in the brain, which in turn led to our actions, hence humans were biochemical algorithms that were responsible for all brain activity. He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to, but the evidence presented was as clear as crystallized water and the brightest rays of the sun. That was all he was, an algorithm, under the impression that he was free, when the fact was that his sense organs continually absorbed external stimuli and in tandem with his genetic biochemical make-up made all the decisions for him leading to his desires.

He couldn’t believe it. It was stunning.

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