Free Will? Not anymore.

Science has finally proven Aristotle wrong. While the concept of dualism between one's form and matter may be persuasive on a philosophical-spiritual level, it now holds little to no ground thanks to the research of neuroscientists at the Max Planck Institute.

Although the study is not entirely conclusive, it is now safe to assume that I have far less free will than I considered myself to possess. I am beginning to think that Weber was correct in writing that the disenchantment and demystifying of the world/ourselves would result in a deep and cavernous feeling of loss. There is no un-knowing this type of thing, and perhaps in doing this type of research we are methodically ridding the world of its inherent magic?

Does it all boil down to how some chemicals and neurons fire and sputter within my body? I would like to believe that it is not so, but this belief is becoming increasingly harder to maintain.

The Philosophy of Boredom.

"Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other."
- Arthur Schopenhauer

As something of inarguable universal familiarity to mankind, boredom is that which is experienced often and explored rarely. Perhaps the very nature of boredom insists upon this ruse upon consciousness, all at once occupying and subverting the individual within the event.

Arthur Schopenhauer’s notion of externality in relation to boredom is an interesting one. Consequentially, Schopenhauer begs the following question of us: are boredom and fascination merely one and the same, and our current perception of their terminological significance convoluted and vastly misrepresented? If one places oneself in a boring situation, is this a state of passive, albeit deceptive fascination? And if one finds themselves fascinated with something, is this a state of active boredom?

Perhaps as we wake to our alarm clocks, go to work, clock in our seven-point-two-five hours, get on the train home, make the same dinner with the same people and do not bother to reflect upon this any further than the dull sense of longing within for that which is fascinating, we should actually be taking an active role in our own boredom, thus creating a sort of transmutation of the very boredom which we loathe into fascination with being bored in the first place?

These are the thoughts of a very, very bored person.