The Unrecorded History

What about all that we missed?

Human beings at infancy are untrained biological constructions. Life unfolds. We acquire experience, get ourselves trained along the way. The roads are often rough. We learn from life’s offerings, from the journey so far. By analyzing near real-time, personal world data, combined with already stored data from the journey so far, we relentlessly learn to derive high level conclusions. World events we consume through sensory perception are the input. Our actions are the output.

We are machines. More than machines compared to non-sentient machines, but machines nonetheless. We adhere to mechanisms. The machine is running 24/7. Indeed, we are inefficient with regards to capacity utilization and throughput. The ability to derive high level conclusions separates us from fellow mammals. The line is thinner than it seems.

Everyone has their own, private, unique stream of consciousness. My own sensory perception of events constructs my world. I store one unique version of the history of the world. I am at the same time unaware of various mechanisms inside my own body. We are immersed in the greater flow of the universe, unaware of ourselves, let alone the world.

A vast majority of our own life events are forgotten by us. Out there, so much has happened. Important events, unknown, unknowable. Our focus is on what matters. Our thoughts are always fleeting. We never know what another person has gone through in their entire life and dare to judge them. We judge one’s character by observing a finite number of deeds, but never a full set of actions. We must act with sincerity, judge only after a thorough examination. What we know is forever less than what we don’t.

The world has never been fair. Uncountable good and evil deeds have gone unnoticed. So many stories never told, heinous acts of aggression unaddressed, and great acts of goodness witnessed by no one.

Billions of species have been born and then ceased to exist without human beings knowing. Our own speciation may have taken places due to a downright insignificant random decision taken by another animal. Unless we have the technology to witness space in past times, such actions and actors are lost forever.

“The Recorded History” gives us a common view of events which all in itself, as described, has presumably shaped human civilization. State propaganda using mainstream media, social media algorithms, psyops, conspiracy theories, disinformation, misinformation, antiquated religious beliefs – all affect our understanding of recorded history. The actual course of events, actual cause, the objective truth is hijacked, overshadowed. We never get to know complete history, we only know a version of it.

The Recorded History is limited human history tampered politically. It is a partial, distorted account of actual history. Our history is an incomplete recollection, never a comprehensive collection of information regarding events. In size, perhaps, the recorded history is nothing compared to The Unrecorded History.

The complete history of the universe encompasses all events that have ever occurred in existence, including important missing events which, had we recovered, we could then analyze to reach vital Human Truths. For example: “All of us do not suffer equally or experience happiness equally. So life is unfair.” – such a proposition may or may not be true regardless of the contents of unrecorded history.

Nothing from recorded history shall be taken for granted. It’s our duty to not believe anything in recorded history without a thorough examination; to not believe what we see just because we have seen it, let alone believing in what we cannot see, cannot hear, cannot perceive through our senses at the very present.

Recorded History is an incomplete, unreliable recollection of the past.

History is supposed to give us a lesson of what happened in order to prepare us for a better future. The little history lesson we keep forgetting. Even if we succeed in unveiling the unrecorded history it would bring us more shame, because it would deliver harsh human truths. Human beings are collectively doomed because of our ability to derive high level conclusions coupled with the inability to prevent ourselves from harming others. This paradox presents a deadlock in our evolution. We are still primitive savages when it comes to fighting with each other personally, and collectively as well for natural and artificial resources driven by the evil genetics of tribalism. Too many are too weak to hold on to what’s right when it really matters. We cannot stop exploiting and violating each other. Our end at our own hands may break this deadlock. Controlled genetic engineering has the potential to break this deadlock as well.

Given the volume of the unrecorded history, we have indeed missed a lot. We have our limits, we are tiny machines in a big place. We must diverge our attention to what we don’t want to miss. We must ask ourselves what deserves a place in our memory, in our own history books.

Losing yourself into what you like makes life worthwhile. You have to find yourself in what you like. This is what liberates us from joy and sorrow – to find something we like and lose ourselves in it.

When we are engaged in our Arts, having effortlessly lost awareness about the rest of the universe, we are not missing anything. There is no present, past, or future when we have stepped into “The Way”. The pursuit of our arts is only second to survival.

We record what matters to us, write our own history books using text, pictures, videos, painting, by referring to objects, through people we know, through lyrics, particular sounds, by certain smell, through any way our beautiful senses enable us to record, by storing visual fragments of memories. There is so little we can call truly our own. We are all passengers. It’s very important to be aware of one’s limited perception of the world, sometimes take a break from what the world is constantly throwing at us, and instead cultivate our own unique stream of consciousness.

The objective is to understand and humbly accept that we hardly know our universe and ourselves. No matter how miniscule and fickle our awareness is, we ought to be relentless in our pursuit of our arts i.e. The Way. We are farther from the truth than we would like to admit. Often in our journey, finding one truth from the back pages of our built-in history books is sufficient to steer life towards goodness.