The Adventures of Opopa: The unbearable unlikelyness of being

24 Aug

Chapter 3

The Unbearable Unlikelyness of Being

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On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…

Opopa was lost for words, a rare occasion but not as rare an event as a rabbit that was not lost for words but rather one that simply refused to shut up. The other drinkers in the Bird and Baby seemed oblivious to the verbose rabbit. None turned an ear to listen at least. Sid the barstool, inanimate as it was, was unable to fathom the rabbit either, it sensed a sentience but also a strangeness, but as soon as it was obvious it would not be ordering beverages, it lost interest and instead maintained full inert attentiveness on Opopa; there looked like no chance he was going anywhere soon even without subliminal telepathic messaging, so it could lazily soak in the warmth of a padded bum on its head and simply relax, a heavenly state for any barstool.

The brown rabbit was a bit of a wind bag, and had been speaking for some time. Opopa was listening with a growing sense of being out of his depth. He was sinking slowly into a quagmire of words. He did not have the vocabulary to fully understand the rabbit, who threw out names and concepts simply alien to this simple hobbit burglar. The weight of conversation with the blabber mouthed rabbit was too much for him, he resorted to nodding erm’ing and ah’ing and hoping the rabbit wouldn’t notice. He had learnt to guess appropriate times to down more beer and in emergencies he would hold up an arm in mock surrender to halt conversation and wave down the barkeep for more ale. The rabbit would pause and idly scratch his ear with its hind foot or survey the crowded bar alertly as if for danger; when Opopa was suitably beveraged up it would continue.

There were moments when comprehension reared its head and Opopa would suddenly soar back to life, interrupting the rabbits flow with an interjection or comment.

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

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“Did you just say that you can’t know reality?”

The rabbit glowered back, “No I said, ‘Kant held that our sensory observations (knowable, catalogable, shared) do not necessarily reflect, and certainly do not exhaust, ’Real’ reality which is unknowable, but ‘True’ in the most profound sense.’

Opopa, lost but feeling it impolite to er’m or ah’m after interjecting in the first place decided a knowing “Oh!” would be appropriate…

The Rabbit continued “You can’t have heard of Kant?”

“Of course…”

“Cannot!”

“Can!”

“Can’t!”

Opopa gave in, “Kant?”

“Yes you see, you are just an object not a thing-in-itself? You have no free will, Kant allowed for free will among things-in-themselves while admitting that causality clearly operates in the observed world…”

Opopa while not fully understanding felt this upsetting on some level, “I am the maker of my own destiny.” He declared.

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

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Opopa brain was dancing around so much, that the bar was bending before him… maybe it was not the bar bending but him-self!

“Look Hobbit you do not exist!”

“Look Rabbit!” Standing up and waving his arms around, “I obviously do!”

“Well, true…” Pausing for thought, Opopa sits down, Sid lets out an inaudible sigh of relief…

The Rabbit again continues, “You exist and you don’t, you are in an actual state of being and not being, you are and ‘are’ simultaneously ‘are not’, you exist as an idea: in words, code and thought. You are not a sentient being-in-itself other than as an idea of a sentient hobbit but as such to progress in game and in story needs to exist to persist. You are in a quantum state of being, if we check on you of course you are NOT, yet if we follow you and your actions in this story, you attain a state of solidity we assign to you and in such a state you do indeed exist as a thing-in-themselves or else this is just a pointless exercise in pontification on nothingness. To continue we need you to be more than nothing. A fine adventure that would be…!”

So I called up the Captain,
“Please bring me my wine”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…

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Opopa completely and utterly baffled, waves down the bar keep and asks for some wine, who apologizes for not having any, strangely, gives Opopa a free beer!

The rabbit undeterred continues, “Jung thought ‘As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of hobbit existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.’ And Marx said, ‘It depends not on consciousness, but on being; not on thought, but on life; it depends on the individual’s empirical development and manifestation of life, which in turn depends on the conditions existing in the world.’ But before we wander too far down that weighty branch of metaphysics that is ontology – about what can or cannot exist, we better take a break before this old game engine snaps… You exist enough for me to be here talking to you.”

“I am Opopa!” Opopa states as if answering a question.

“Good point!” and continues, “A proper name strictly has no meaning when there is no object to which it refers. This view relies on the argument that the semantic function of a proper name is to tell us which object bears the name, and thus to identify some object. But no object can be identified if none exists. Thus, a proper name must have a bearer if it is to be meaningful. And you bear the name Opopa, so all is meaningful.”

Opopa, groaning, drinks more beer.

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

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The rabbit continues… “Opopa, you are a literary device, an avatar and a character in a narrative, a twisted narrative generated by an obvious twisted mind, a tsunami of un-thought out and unclear ideas let loose on your poor self. Buffeted by as yet unknown twists of fate which are the result of more than one creative source… adrift you are in the heavy seas of the unknown, your destiny bound fast to what has yet to be played out or written down.”

Fastening onto a pillar of belief, Opopa asks, “Isn’t Eru the creator?”

“Aha! True the supreme deity of Arda. Hmm… Was the single creator above the Valar! But Tolkien created Arda, Middle Earth. Words becoming reality, Codemasters created a digital Arda, Turbine blew more life into it that persists to this day. This digital existence is interacted with by thousands and their creations gain weight, so the nothingness is expanding…”

“The absurd notion that you, Opopa do not exist is juxtaposed against the proposition that obviously you do exist. The universe will never truly care for hobbits the way we seem to want it to. The atheist view of this statement is that people create stories, or gods, which in their minds transcend reality to fill this void and attempt to satisfy their need. It is impossible to know your creator, or to understand His purpose. But we do not give up trying…”

“Do not give in, Camus described suicide as the most appropriate and rational reaction to the absurd — but admitted that this is not a very rewarding or worthwhile reaction and it would cut short the narrative! It is not as simple as Descartes stated ‘I think, therefore I am.’

“Indeed it is the feeling of being suspended over a void, and looking into that void. It is how one adjusts themselves towards death, and their knowledge of their own death, falling into that void. For Heidegger, existentialism is the study of how someone gives meaning to their finite life with the understanding that their time is limited; let’s face death hobbit, for surely to die is to prove ones existence.”

“Do not be trapped within this cave, the bird n baby, being deluded by a demon, what may not be real is not necessarily an illusion. (Sid wobbled internally at this point, thinking that his manipulations had been exposed…) The world of simulations increasingly will take on a life of its own. Listen to me, do not remain ignorant of those that control you, do not persist in a state of false consciousness. Follow me further into the Matrix, let me be your Morpheus, let me introduce you, Opopa, new to the real world, by welcoming you to ‘the desert of the real. Who is this Morpheus? Does he exist? Does anything I have just said make any sense? Never mind, don’t think about it too much, just follow the rabbit on this adventure, and this rabbit says to follow Bingo.”

“But! But.. but you will lead me down a rabbit hole or worse…”

“Opopa dear friend, you already are down the rabbit hole, the adventure is afoot… a magical wooden foot in your case! You are in a wonderful land, the unlikeliness of you a mere hobbit bringing light back into the darkening world should not deter you. Follow me!”

“Why should I? I don’t even know your name?”

“I am Tobi!”

“To be?”

“Now that really is the question…, ‘To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer the Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, and by opposing end them: to die, to sleep no more; and by a sleep, to say we end the Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks that Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.’”

“Wow I went all Shakespeare on ya!”

Opopa, “I got 2 sharp daggers and my spear ain’t shaky!”

“Come hobbit drink up, follow me, Tobi…”

To be…

Continued…

Hotel California’ – The Eagles

Authors Note: I am messing with words and ideas of people of far greater intellect than myself and the original words and ideas I have to admit are sometimes way beyond my comprehension! So should I desist in the endeavor? Hell no! Where is the fun in that?

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