The apparent randomness of phenomena is a reflection of our ignorance about the thing being observed, rather than something that is inherent to it. Just so, we can’t really describe the universe in terms of certain things being in definite places. It may not exactly be chaos, but some degree of uncertainty about the nature of existence is a fundamental part of our comprehension. Resonances of indeterminate size somehow party together to form the world which we experience, leaving in their wake a great conceptual void inhabited by unanswerable questions.
Likewise, when we begin to question what we assume to be our own values, something interesting begins to reveal itself. In a way, it is like peering closely into our basic atomic structure, which consists of 99% empty space, though from the conventional vantage point, there appears to be an undeniably solid person.
That being said, if we are willing and able to thoroughly investigate how we arrived at the particular value systems to which we currently adhere, we might find a kind of programming code at the root. However, that code itself, when deconstructed, turns out to be nothing more than bits and parts of other bits and parts, ad infinitum.
There is really nothing there but a play of various ephemeral energies, rotating around a phantom nucleus called “I”, and amounting to nothing in particular, except whatever reality we might tend to momentarily grant it, based upon our own unique accumulated filters and the relatively plastic menagerie of possibilities and probabilities.
Then there is the appearance of “the other”. Soon after we make our appearance in this psycho-physical realm, or density, we gradually begin to notice other ghostly figures arising and then disappearing from our view. For some reason, we generally come to assume that they all share our essential value system, perhaps because they all seem to be composed of the same or similar component parts.
At a certain point, we are surprised and perhaps dismayed to discover that we do not all share the same value systems, and hence we project from the storehouse of magical thinking a morality based on the duality of what we come to regard as “right and wrong”, or “good and evil”.
Of course, from our filtered fantasy of interpretation on perception, our personal position is desirable, righteous, and goodly, while the competing value system is characterized by the undesirable, the wrong-headed, the bad. Clearly, we cannot live and let live together, something must be done about the glaring discrepancies. We are not sure why, and such uncertainty renders us reluctant to inspect the matter, except to assume that conflict is necessary and inevitable, and hence we learn to make war.
Before long, we are living in a perpetual state of war — war with our fellow ghosts, war with our make-believe environment, and mostly war with those elements within our own atomically spacious and empty structure that we nevertheless find to be in any way disagreeable.
We might be surprised to learn that even those who claim to be affiliated with a particular value system actually adhere to their own unique system, their own variation on some religion or political position. Everyone is a member of the cult of one — the “one” being that accumulated bundle of thoughts and feelings which seem to imply a distinct and enduring individual, even if there is no such person in reality.
Nobody like that has ever existed, whether randomly or deterministically. There has never been an actual value system, only endless conceptual superimpositions upon a passing notion, a fleeting idea which mind then employs to fabricate that phantom nucleus, around which numerous filmy energies rotate for the span of a flickering lifetime, only to at last dissolve playfully back to the indescribability from whence they once had come.