“If you torture data enough, it will confess to anything you like.”
– Ronald Coase
It’s too hot. It’s too cold. The world is beautiful. The world is ugly.
All of these statements can simultaneously be true. They don’t have to cancel each other out.
Let’s say a man said something sexist. (Which happens a lot, unfortunately) In response to this sexist comment – a white woman said something racist to counter what he said. This doesn’t cancel out each statement being problematic. We tend to fight over what’s worst when all the apples can be spoiled. What’s the point in picking a side when every side has an element that can be proved and corrected?
“We are like the animals on Noah’s Ark arguing about whose shit stinks more, with the boat being the only thing keeping us from certain extinction. If it floats, it is mine as good as yours. “
– Sanada Maitreya
Whenever you look at stats and follow them – it’s easy to torture the hell out of them as Ronald eloquently put it.
Picking sides. Being one tracked minded. All of these definitions to define where we stand can be very isolating. It’s best, to be careful so that we’re not completely self-absorbed in our own evaluations in how we see the world. Have you ever found yourself pushing the limits just to see if it’ll break?
It starts with knowing there’s a limit and yet still seeing how far you can go. Adrenaline is the main reason for this nonsensical pushing and pulling. It’s thrilling and surprises come very rarely but the mere chance is enough to keep one going. Humans often get a kick out of torturing what is in front of them. Limit pushing. I know I’m not the only one who’s seen people doing dumb shit for the sake of it. Most seem to do it for attention while others seem to do it just to bend the statistics.
As a child, it was always my goal to make it to the Guinness World Records. I wanted to break a record! I figured, their so many records to choose from, I felt this would be an easy feat. Maybe I’d hop on a pogo stick for hours at a time (I was pretty good at it) Notwithstanding the many numbers of people trying to do the same thing and the amount of determination needed to make this happen, safe to say my desire quickly dwindled. I looked at the numbers and felt crushed by the likelihood and probability.
How probable is it that we’ll get our shit together before looking for revenge? When someone crosses us are we looking for justice just the same?
We ought to be careful how we look at data otherwise we’d arrive at various conclusions. We’re already at the age of a sort of ‘post-truth’ but the numbers stay the same if we know what we’re looking at.
So next time someone wants to read to you a stat about XYZ – remember anything can be tortured. Including numbers, ain’t that surprising tho is it? 😀
Taking it a step further by bringing a deeper level of awareness.The story that brings illustrations!
The story that brings illustrations!
These illustrations of the past and present are being spoken by a friend of awareness. She has discovered the codes that are transmitted by the parasite of hidden agenda. Cartoon depictions of zealous exaggeration, fighting the awakening pivot of the light. The answering portion to hallucinations is freely entrusted into her mouth and mind. By the earnest fixation of embedded lies, the alarm has sounded. These paintings of embroidered manifestations are multiple stories told. No one truly looks at a picture of surrealism the same, as the story reaches on different levels. The beginning may be of multifaceted singularity, the middle of frightened solitude, and the end of disdain. This illustration is of the lines read in the booklets of identification. When reading; the curiosity is aroused if there is the stream of realization. Truly the governing piece is set by whims of conscious involvement.
Tell me your story?
I am creating a medium to broadcast stories, as they are told throughout nature! We must wake up to the consciousness of these illustrations. Sometimes we may not be able to understand, EVERY story. But, maybe the message was never intended for you. Not everything is going to be understood, at the exact moment, they are spoken.
Just remember the awareness can also come through illustration!
I’ve learned that the witness of my expression, stands on trial. The judge and jury are those who whisper lies, in vain deceit! They speak the very accusation of their nature, they have not spoken the essence of what is opposite of their being. The courtroom begs for silence – as the wild arguments pursue on the tables of contract. Our pains come to intimidate us because in the face of suffering it seems like the only fate.
The law is still given in the hindsight of what is already in our minds. We can clearly speak to the writing that comes to keep us condemned. I’ve closely examined the passion that belongs to personal intimacy. Just, alone in the courtroom – Surrounded by your own fragrance & melody. As you hear these dripping sounds, taste the tip of your tongue. You stand undressed in the courtroom, and no one is embarrassed but the witness of expression.
I can’t say that I am surprised, at the accusations. However, I’m finally able to say: The judicial consequence is not punitive – rather restorative.