Authenticity is an important concept in philosophy, in particular in existentialism:

https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/authenticity/

I’ve got the concept on my mind because of recent events. When you encounter a person who is genuinely authentic, it leaves a big impression. It’s inspiring, and leads to an inclination to to emulate them. If only becoming authentic were that easy. By definition it must come from your own core Being, and that’s frightening.

So here’s to finding that core Being that’s the basis of authenticity, and the courage to live accordingly.

Mania = 7.5, depression = 8.

Depression number is so high because of all the memorial events for Alex Morrow, my nieces husband. Mania number so high because of my hypo mania, and because of all the praise Alex received, he lived a life that should be emulated.

After a discussion with a friend I’ve decided to try and track my moods in the following manner:

I’ll track my moods using the two dimensions I experience them with: mania and depression. So at any point in time I experience both mania and depression. I’ll rate each on a 0 to 10 scale with 0 being the minimum and 10 being the maximum. For example, right now I’m experiencing a mania of 8 and a depression of 6, meaning I’m simultaneously very manic and my depression is stronger than normal.

One additional thing to do is add the numbers together and divide by 2, providing a measure of the intensity of the moods I’m feeling a the moment. In the example just given, this would be 7, meaning I’m experiencing an intensity of mood at 7 on a scale of 0 to 10 where 0 is no intensity and 10 the most intense possible.

The other piece of the plan is to make a one line journal entry each time I put down a set of numbers. This way when the numbers are put on a graph I can get more detail of what was going on when interesting changes appear in the graph. For example if the graph shows a big drop or rise I can see what I was thinking at the time the drop or rise begins.

It will be interesting to watch the graphs and read the journal entries over time. I hope this will provide the opportunity to get some insight in the movement of my moods.

This morning I had a conversation with my friend, and after it I was convinced I need to work more on my blog. The reason is there are really not that many of us left who have the lived experience that we do. In the larger of scope of history, our Being is getting rarer and rarer. For as little as our existence has counted in the long stretch of time, there are still things we can offer that are in danger of being lost forever. I feel an imperative of responsibility to counteract this directionality of Human Being.

See https://base.alliance-respons.net/docs/yziaka_principe_respons-eng.pdf for more on the imperative of responsibility.

So with this post I commit to doing my best to give what I can to giving humanity tbe benefit our learned lessons, to share the life experiences and the knowledge they have provided us.I pledge to swim in the zeitgeist and try to act as a rudder to steer humanity’s directionality in a more positive direction.

I’m a trapper, up from California to find virgin territory. The French had already hunted out the easy to get to places, but the harder to get to places still lay ripe for the picking. It was while I was deep in the middle of such an area that I met Falcao, the Mystic of Cascadia. His reputation was well known in the Oregon Territory. I’d seen him in town once before so I knew it was him by first sight. I came upon him fishing for craw daddies in a small creek.

“Better luck hunting rabbit I figure,” I said to him. Before I stopped speaking a bright line of light shown, and then the Mystic vanished into thin air. As I stood there dumbfounded, a light flashed behind me making me feel a little dizzy. I turned and found the Mystic standing behind me not three feet from me, wearing a mischievous grin. I nearly jumped out of my skin for what looked like a man disappearing and then reappearing as if from nowhere.

“Where did you go, just then?” I asked him.

“Through the Multiverse” he answered. “I went to a different universe, waited a couple of seconds, and then came back to what I figured would be behind you.”

“Son-of-a-bitch, ” I said, “you scarred the shit out of me.”

“Sorry, that wasn’t my intent, ” he said.

“What was your intent? ” I asked.

“To show you I can walk the multiverse,” he said

“Well you sure as shit did that,” I said.

And that’s how I come to know about the multiverse and how The Mystic of Cascadia could go walk about in it.