Master and Dog Theory: Relationship Between Conscious & Body
Probably a far from obscure fact but us humans have the gift & curse of having the same biological needs and urges of the wild animal and also the miracle of conscious and conscience. I’ll say miracle for now to umbrella the utter ignorance and multitude of possibility toward the origin of this conscious. I say God, others say different. I say that is not the point of this fucking article.
The point is how do we create a harmonious balance between the two, the biological urge & the miraculous conception of awareness and conscience that may clash with these urges. First, and perhaps solely, we must understand the nature of this relationship and i believe I have come to a solid, though theoretical, sensible definition of this relationship. Butts.
We have a dog. We have a master. Now all dogs, like most creatures, come with a standard set of needs that it requires NO teaching from a master in order to pursue these needs. No dog will need to be taught how to hunt, or fuck, or sleep. Now all dogs, like many creatures, come with a natural uhhh ability to learn beyond its natural instincts and need. That’s where the master’s hand comes to play, guiding the dog to perform increasingly interesting, entertaining, and moral tasks (don’t bite this, don’t shit on that) for the award of course of a snack here, rub there. Now a dog left to its own devices will do whatever is needed to ensure its comfort and survival and if the master chooses to live with this dog, the chance is higher that the relationship will fall in the negative than with a well-trained dog. Nothing being absolute, there is also the chance of a fairly stress free relationship due to the variance in personality from creature to creature. Some are naturally amicable and some are not. But still, the lack of training leaves the probability of amicability more to chance than choice.
Now we have the body (which i’ll refer to the biology from here on). And we have the Conscious. All humans, like most creatures, also have the biological instinct for survival and only , somehow, need to survive to adulthood to employ their own will in satisfying these instincts. Then we have the Conscious ,both instinctively miraculous and nurtured and shaped, that plays the master to our biological dog. Left to its own devices our biology will go to any means (moral or not) & propose any excuse towards its survival. shit in any corner, eat off any floor. But our conscious conscience , in a perfect world shaped by a moral predecessor, guides and teaches our biology things beyond its basic needs. To read, poeticize, account, shoot a basketball. And with each lesson and reward brings itself closer to physical, spiritual, and social comfort and also a harmonious symbiosis between Conscious & Biology. Biology’s not shitting on conscious’ ideals and conscious keeps the good times coming. Now if the Conscious Master was to attempt to live with the untrained Biological Dog, the probability of a negative outcome would be higher as our Biology’s desires seems naturally opposed to our Conscious desires, at least due to our biology’s need for immediate satisfaction. And also due to the variety of personality & circumstance not every person will be naturally belligerent towards the progress of the conscious. But it’s a fact that a biology left to its own devices has a higher chance of disappointing its Conscious.
So the cycle goes this; Use your Conscious Master to train your Biological Dog and it won’t bite you in the ass. Train your biology and like a dog it will be able to do amazing things. Train your biology and reward it and like a dog it will provide you not only spiritual & physical comfort but also a window into positively understanding the major dealings of life; nurturing, loving, responsibility, feeling, observing, exercising et al. Now, neglect your Biological Dog and expect the opposite. Expect a biology consisting of desires that shit on your relationships, that thoughtlessly and greedily eats up your resources, and bites you when you least expect it.