Brian and I were best friends. I can recall many incidents
where I felt inspired by the man, but the one that springs to mind immediately
is the following. This happened in the summer of 2011. We had acquired some
marijuana after a sojourn to the suburbia of Kelowna, and, as always, the
conversations between Brian and myself somehow evolved into a philosophical
one.
“What life wants us to do is end it. It doesn’t want us to
enjoy it. At every step, all we encounter are obstacles, so either man himself
has made life to be a convoluted ass-rape, or life itself, as all beings in nature,
wants to end. It needs to”, I said, while rolling Brian and my second joint.
“I’m sorry, it needs to?”, said Brian.
“Yeah, because if nobody dies, then the earth would have
either been an overpopulated shit-hole or humans would’ve erased each other,
don’t you think so?”
“Well, I consider my life to be a blessing, I don’t think
about life as a separate entity like you seem to, I don’t think there’s anything
that life ‘wants’ per se. While it may be true that it’s the natural tendency
of life to end, I think that is a terrible way to live a life, to live it
knowing that it is surely going to end. It either pushes you to work hard and
succeed and leave a mark or it totally fucks you up, in most cases, it fucks
you up, simply because it gives you a convenient excuse when you fuck up”
Brian took a puff at the joint and gave it to me, and I did
the same.
“Life is too short, man”, said Brian, “There is more to life
than just smoking weed and feeling bad for yourself. I’ve come to realize
that.”
“Really? Enlighten me, oh learned one” I asked quizzically,
as I handed back the joint.
“Well, look at it this way, you die eventually. That is an
irrefutable fact. Everybody dies. So you may ask, what is the point in living?
Well, when you think about it, and you compare the size, the intricacies and
the sheer beauty of the universe, we are just like tiny, insignificant specks
on a map. It simply doesn’t matter what drink you like, or how you smoke a lot
when some girl hurts you. The fact of the matter is that we all die and even if
we did something that changed literally everybody’s life on this planet, it is
so fucking insignificant when you compare it to how massive everything is”
Helplessness became me, but wait, I have a joint. I sucked
at it till my lungs were full and said, “…Actually, you may be right, but
still, even considering that death is necessary and the fact that all our
existence on this tiny planet is insignificant, I can’t help but feel deep
empathy for all those who die every day, I can’t help but feel angry at the
fact that we let something as shallow as religion and skin color come between
the entire race and peaceful existence. What the fuck is wrong with us?”, I
asked expectantly.
“Well, you are a
sensitive person. You may not care to admit it, even to yourself, but you are,
and so it’s hard for you to accept these facts, but, I maintain that religion
is the worst thing that happened to humanity. Don’t get me wrong, when it was
established, it was a great success, people were united with a warm sense of
belonging, but consider the circumstances under which it was formed. People had
no idea of land other than their own and had no knowledge of any science.
Consider Plato’s allegory of the cave. Three people are shackled from child
birth in a cave with a huge fire behind them and people walking past the flame.
They aren’t allowed to move their head, arms, legs, indeed, any part of the
body, the shadows on the wall becomes their reality. Now consider that one of
the three guys is set loose and is allowed to go outside the cave. He goes
outside, and learns the way of the real world and gets back to the cave, Plato,
in essence said that when he does come back, he won’t belong to his home, that
he might even find it pathetic that his previous reality was just darkness and
that if somehow he got the chance to kill the man who let him loose and
destroyed his perception of reality, he would do it, because he was, simply
put, mind-fucked. We live in the same situation now, more or less. Everybody is
living in their own delusional reality that they are doing the right thing by
standing true to the writings that somebody delivered thousands of years ago,
but the actual reality is that they’re just making life harder for everybody.
They are just giving people a reason to be suspicious, to look over their
shoulder, to be afraid, they are mind-fucking people” he said, with a smirk.
For a stoner, Brian did have an innate sense of wisdom about
him…
“Well, I don’t know how I feel about thinking that my life
is insignificant. I guess like any truth, it is hard to swallow”
“That is exactly what I thought when I first read about all
of this, but it stuck in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I just
feel struck with a never ending malady of helplessness. Eventually, it soothed and
liberated me because I am powerless. We are just too deep into this mess. I
don’t care if religion is not the only thing that makes people kill each other.
Maybe we are hard-wired to kill people who believe in different things because
we somehow feel threatened, but at the end of the day, there is nothing we can
do about it. So what if Osama died? So what if America has her first black
president? There will always be dissent amongst people, and there is nothing we
can do about it. All I want to do now is have some pop tarts, so sue me”
All I could do was think deeply about what had just entered
my mind, so seemingly harmlessly, and it occurred to me that Brian didn’t utter
the word ‘God’, even once during our whole conversation. I smiled to myself and
finished off the joint.