How have you been? I hear you’ve got new digital digs. How’s Jessie? You still holding out for November to apply for a Vet-Tech job?
Covid, for me, has changed nothing. I used to work from home (for more than a decade) and then did the office thing for like, 18 months before, back at home again, doing my coding thing.
Our conversations here have been on my mind, of late. Namely the one where we discussed the Existential Crisis that is living at the outermost shell of a philosophical understanding of this Absurd Universe. Namely, you can’t. You can’t live in that nearly Nihilistic shadowland. Either you pull back or you pull the trigger.
What got me thinking about this (am I ever not thinking about this?) is this concept of context.
One of the critical thinking skills I’m pretty good at is analyzing and solving problems. This is pretty much my job, as jobs go. I happen to use computer code, (or no code, sometimes no action is the right action), to get things done. This, I realize, represents a narrowly defined scope of human understanding. Within such a narrow context, I can define and enact purpose.
That’s the crux of this post.
You and I had examined diversions (TomBeingTom’s recent post got me thinking of this) and diversions are one of the useful means to avoid dwelling in that outermost Absurd U abstraction layer. But diversions result in a shallow, unfulfilling gut-feel, one that invites wandering back into that N’th shell.
Contextual scoping, however, once formalized, may provide for the needed gap-fill. Work is one context. Writing is another (itself its own snarly wad of problems). There must be others I can create, contexts that are not quite diversionary, not quite problem spaces, but areas in need of a little of both.
Your recent Vet-Tech training must have been just such a constrained context that forced you to limit your wayward existential tendencies, no?
Perhaps life, “a” life at least, could be lived bouncing from context to context, never letting the Demonic N’th Level of Hell catch you unawares.
[Forgot the customary image…
An artichoke gone to flower.]