Non sequitur blues

Non sequiturnoun
a statement containing an illogical conclusion.
All around me I see faces; some on the street, some on the television, one in the mirror. There is sadness in many of those faces that seems to reflect a vague sense of non sequitur or, “it does not follow.”  We don’t actually think “it does not follow.”  We think only “huh?” or “what!?”
It’s hard to put into words, but it appears that we expect meaning. We expect things to make sense. We are told “make good grades, get a good job and work hard.” What is supposed to follow from that is “you will become financially secure” or “all your dreams will come true.” We love people and expect it to be the case that they will love us in return. We repeatedly trust those who lead to be knowledgeable and virtuous people. We hear a news story and mostly we believe that the Talking Heads get it right. We tell the speaker box that we don’t want pickles on our hamburger and are shocked when we bite into one. When events are regularly not as we imagined they’d be, we learn not to trust life. Life becomes a non sequitur.
Obviously, it is a “cause and effect” world we live in. This provides the basis of the scientific method that we have come to be so impressed with. The material world is causal, predictable in principle, measurable and as regular as a clock. It would make no sense (non sequitur) that material things, themselves, are the source of this disorientation I am trying to describe. One might suspect that our lack of ease indicates that our presumption of the way things “ought” to be just ain’t panning out.
Morpheus called it a “splinter in your mind.”
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2 Responses to Non sequitur blues

  1. Cary Chandler says:

    Good thoughts. Lots of the “American gospel” in there. It is what we want to believe that God meant and intended for us. Reality turns us to disappointment.

  2. ah yes, the non sequitur blues . . . also known to Kierkegaard as dread and Sartre as anguish. We are the cause whose effect dangles over nothingness . . . like a message on an answering machine–an irretrievable action with as-yet-unknown consequences.
    Beware of despair.

    Good stuff, Mark.

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