Showing posts with label One thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One thought. Show all posts

Sunday, 23 July 2017

The tyranny of One thought.

Let me start with a thought. A philosophical thought. A thought so simple, it’s hard to believe how much power it has on us. In fact this thought is the start and end of all our problems. Here goes: “Men are disturbed not by things, but by their opinions about them.” (Epictetus).

Everything is a matter of perception. How we see something affects us more than what that thing actually is. Reality is in fact no scarier than how we think about it.

Men (and women) are controlled not so much by the turmoil around them but by the turmoil within them. I know this is basic self-help 101. But this is the irony. That dismissive phrase, that is, “Isn’t this all basic self-help 101?” is itself no less a thought that has influenced us in more ways than one - that dismissive attitude towards it.

Nothing has escaped our mind to think about things, and to subsequently allow what we think think for us. This post is about the latter phrase - "allowing what we think think for us." This is the main reason why we sleepwalk through our life by allowing one thought to control all other thoughts. That is also why Socrates kept reminding us to live an examined life, always.

But alas, the issue with us is not that we live an unexamined life. The  issue is that we allow one dominant (even oppressive) thought to do the examination for us. In other words, we see the world through the lens of just one thought. We are brainwashed by it. We exercise extreme prejudice in its favour. This is the start of the tyranny of an idea. A start of a predestined end. An end predestined by one thought.

Socrates once defined philosophy as “reflection on propositions emerging from unreflective thought.”

Sometimes, we are given to the delusion that we are actually thinking. But this remains a delusion because we remain slaves to our own unconscious habits. And all unconscious habits, by default, are left to be fortified (or perpetuated) by lack of continual mental scrutiny. It is the “One thought” to rule the others like Sauron’s ring.

So, we go on autopilot mode most of the time. Decisions are already made for us before we even make them, and the delusion that makes us think that we are actually thinking does well to effectively keep us from thinking about our own thinking; that is, to do a Socrates' type of mental spring-cleaning of all and sundry.

We are all too familiar with the seed concept. We know that a thought is a harmless seed. We are actually bombarded by thousands of them everyday. But what escapes us is the fact that a seed doesn’t remain a seed for long. Some dies off no doubt. But others are selected for growth. And those that grow, grow for attention.

Like creepers, they form a mental citadel and sieve through all thoughts that nourish it, and reject all thoughts that don’t. That becomes our default mental position. Soon, we become selective in our thinking, in words and in deeds, without even knowing that we were selective about them. This is the insidious growth of what is known as the confirmation bias.

Let me offer an example, a real life example. Here is his seed of a thought that has grown via constant nourishment, and its recursive hold goes like this:-

There is a part of me that used to think that I am smarter, better whatever, that nearly made me die.”

Sadly, the author of that quote committed suicide. His name is David Forster Wallace. He was an award winning American novelist, an admired professor and was called “one of the most influential and innovative writers of the last 20 years.” (Los Angeles Times book).

Wallace suffered from depression for more than 20 years and was on anti-depressant drugs. On 12 September 2008, at 46 years old, he went into his garage, left a two-page note, and hung himself on the patio.

Of course, there is more than meets the eye here. His death may be genetic, environmental, drugs-related, or a combination of all that. I do not want to oversimplify it all. 

But Wallace was also a highly intelligent thinker. He thought his way out of religion and into a form of nihilism that some may call “individualist autonomy” or “metaphysical individualism.” It is more akin to Nietzsche’s Ubermensch, an Above-Human, a Superman, Superhuman.

In the book, All things shining, the authors Hubert Dreyfus and Sean Dorrance Kelly wrote this about the tragedy of Wallace’s death, and the irony of his quest for perfection by the sheer might of his own brilliant mind:-

“Perhaps the saddest part of Wallace’s story is that the human qualities he aspired to, the capacities of spirit that he revered and coveted, are a mirage. Indeed the entire mode of existence that he castigated himself for not being strong enough to achieve, far from being the saving possibility for our culture, is in fact a human impossibility. Wallace’s inability to achieve it was not a weakness, but the deep and abiding humanness in his spirit.”

Amongst other contributing causes, the quest for and the futility of perfection finally drove Wallace to his grave. And this is the same person who once said this about taking control of your thoughts:-

“Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that…learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed.”

The tragedy here is that the same thought (of pursing perfection) that liberated Wallace for a season might well be the same one that took his life in another. He was eventually controlled by the one thought that drove him to see the meaninglessness of it all. I guess it would be  what Wallace would describe as being “totally hosed”.

Now, it can’t be denied that we are constantly being bombarded by thoughts running helter skelter within us. Some may think that their mind is a fortress, surrounded by a moat of metal resistance, and locked in the center by an impregnable forest of cerebral fauna and flora. We stake full control over it. We think we do. 

But that is a delusion of control we all suffer from. Our entrenched bias shuts out most thoughts seeking an audience with us, seeking to change us for good. And in some cases, it is the same bias for the protection of that one (destructive) thought that might just drive a man to kill himself, or commit acts seemingly uncharacteristic of him, because he becomes the summation of that thought he thought he had control over.

Take the exceedingly pious monk Martin Luther for example. He was one devout professor who was completely obsessed with the purity of the spirit, and any hint of personal sin would make him scamper for the claustrophobic refuge of a confessional. This is the thought of tyrannical religious puritanism.

It is said, with a pinch of salt of course, that Martin Luther once kept his confessor for six hours to hear the full recitation of his sins. Things came to such absurdity one day that Luther’s confessor finally rebuked him, “You must get a hold of yourself, Martin. Every time you fart you want to make a confession of your sins…Quit coming to me with these puppy confessions, Luther…Go kill your father or something – then we’ll have a sin to talk about.”

Let me end here with the consoling words of Epictetus, “The robber of free will does not exist.” We are ultimately still in control – to varying degree. And our sphere of influence is in the thoughts that we generate to direct our words and actions, as it is said, “a thought produces the thing that is imaged by the thought.”

So, a little disciplined and focused reflection will reveal why we act the way we do or say the things we say. A little more reflection will reveal the biasness of our deeds and words. And a little deeper we go will smoke out the first thought that was once a seed that had over the years grown into a mental despot within us, calling the shots.


Once that is smoked out, the real battle of the mind begins. It is the greatest battle of our life, and it takes place away from the external world, away from the world of action. It is the world of our mind that will determine our fate in the world out there. And it is our struggle within that ultimately makes or breaks us. Cheerz

Sunday, 9 October 2016

One thought to rule them all.


Today's paper (5 October) is about an outrage of modesty. A driver, who rented a room in a flat, "lifted the blanket of his housemate who was sleeping and took a photo of her topless." The driver was jailed for 12 weeks after pleading guilty. This was not his first offence of insulting a woman's modesty.

When the woman woke up to find the shirtless driver over her bed, she screamed and he tried to stop her from calling the police. When the police checked his handphone, they found 70 obscene films in it.

In another report, a man, suffering from a "delusional disorder of the jealous subtype" repeatedly stabbed his wife because he suspected she was having an affair. CJ however reduced his sentence from 9 years to 7.5 years in an appeal because it was essentially a "one-off incident which was out of character."

Still there's another a case yesterday when a young man took up-skirt video of a lady going up the escalator. He was arrested and jailed for it. What the police found in his room was numerous such videos where he took together with the faces of his victims. He would then file them in his private catalogue by ranking them in order of appearance and beauty.

Lesson? Just one. It's about one thought. You see, if you have one ring to rule them all, then in life, for most people, it is one thought that rules them all.

It is said that an average person can have four thousand thoughts a day, but not all of them are useful and rational. While most thoughts fly us by, harmless and frivolous, for the mentally sick and obsessed, one thought often reigns undisputed in their mind. It takes precedent over all other thoughts.

There is a case of an Ethiopian schoolgirl called Bira who was obsessed with the thought of eating the wall of her hut. She couldn't stop thinking about it. This one thought dominated her every waking moment. It is reported that by the time she was 17, she had "eaten eight square metres of the wall, that is, more than half a ton of mud bricks."

Another victim from Brazil called Marcus had OCD and it was focused on the shape of his eye-sockets. He just can't resist touching them with his fingers. Before long, Marcus prodded himself blind.

I can go on with other examples of how one thought rules in the mind of a suicidal person, a self-mutilator, a rapist, a murderer, a religious fanatic, an abuser, and a compulsive masturbator, but you get the point.

Indeed, the mind can make heaven out of hell, and hell out of heaven.

The late David Foster Wallace, a brilliant author and university professor, gave this advice to his graduating class in 2005: "...think of the old cliché about the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master. This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expressed a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in the head. They shoot the terrible master."

David took his life by hanging himself in the patio of his home in 2008. His reason? The obsession of one thought centering around the smothering pretension of keeping up with grandiosity, that is, "the constant need to be and be seen as a superstar." For him, it was "a false sort of smart" - an inauthentic living that he could bear no longer.

Epictetus once said, "Men are disturbed not by things, but by their opinion about them." And a rapist is disturbed by the opinion of lust. A murderer, by hate. A suicide victim, by hopelessness. And a self-mutilator, by self-loathing.

While the mentally sick needs immediate help, the clinically well needs to take back control. He or she needs to exercise effective autonomy - for in most circumstances, there is no robber of one's free will.

Let me end with this. I don't see a man's action, whether good or bad, in isolation. He may claim to be the captain of his ship and the master of his fate, but all it takes at times is one obsessed thought and it will capsize his ship and reverse his fate in the blind conspiracy of the ripe time and circumstances.

Gandhi was once asked what he would do if he was given the gift of omnipotence. He said he would give it away, instantly. I guess given the right time and circumstances, that is, omnipotence, even the best of us will come under the most severe testing. Gandhi knew that intimately.

I sincerely believe that if you give flirting a chance, it will bloom into adultery. If you give lust some space, it will soon lord over a territory. And if you give hate a room, it will stock up a murderous inventory.

Thus never say never for the most unrepentant of sinners, and the most celebrated of heroes.

So, if the first cut is the deepest, then the first thought is the most devious. If left unchecked, it grows into a weed garden that swallows the whole forest.

Yet, in all circumstances, we are still the master of our fate provided we live consciously, purposefully, and intentionally. Cheerz.