Friends, gather ’round, because I am about to reveal the secret that has eluded humanity for well, forever. Ready? Here it is.
Your insecurities are magnets.
That’s it. Magnets. Push them together—boing! Flip them sideways—click! Yes, that’s literally all there is to it. And yet somehow, we have spent millennia writing entire books, staging wars, and inventing philosophical systems just to avoid admitting this.
Of course, nobody ever remembers to flip them sideways. Why would they? It requires—brace yourselves—thinking. Sartre was onto something when he said Hell is other people. Because really, what could be more hellish than watching two fully grown humans with opposing insecurities bounce off each other like passionate rubber balls while insisting they are deeply, profoundly unique in their suffering? And the only way out is to Walk. Out. The. Door.
Revolutionary, I know.
And yet duality works when we chuck it into a paradox. Yin and yang. Chicken and egg. First becomes last. Meaning hides between the extremes, presumably once we get over ourselves.
So theoretically if you put your insecurities, ideological clashes, personal tragedies, (which, by the way, resist opposition) into a paradox and…wait for it…don’t force it, the universe handles it calmly like the only mature one in the room.
And that, my friends, is how I came up with Meta-Ideological Realism (MIR)—a philosophy so simple that the real tragedy is how long we’ve all spent making life far more complicated and absurd than it ever needed to be.
But joke’s on you. Naturally, I’ve made this hopelessly complicated for absolutely no reason whatsoever—because, honestly, who doesn’t love a good formula to make us all look terribly clever? Please pardon the industrial-strength dorkiness as it’s working overtime:
π is for the number that goes on endlessly. Irrational and constant—much like our insecurities. (Kind of like this commercial that lives rent-free in my head.)
R is for the only Reality we’ve got. Measured in facts, experience, and what the laws of physics allow (0-10 range from pure abstraction to fully present).
O is for Opposition, where worldviews collide in engagement—but please don’t break it. (0-10 range from thin as glass to robust, diverse, and “I can take it”).
T is for Tolerance for paradox. The skill for holding contradiction without collapsing into rumination (0-10 range from flat denial to full tolerance).
i was made for Ideological rigidity. Binary, absolutist games for two (0-10 range from strict to fluid).
It’s how you play it again and again.
Basically, the closer you are to the number 42, the freer you become.
Take π and R, O and T, give them a vigorous shake, multiply them and voila! You get a rough estimate of how much diverse tension you can hold in reality before you start hearing bagpipes. Of course we don’t want you to explode, so we take the square root, which slows growth rate, allowing you to maintain inner balance without turning into either a megalomaniac or a decorative plant in all life circumstances.
Now just in case you were tempted to divide by 0, I put in this clever little safety valve. Adding 1 + i prevents you from collapsing into a black hole while scaling everything down more gracefully, preventing you from slipping into madness. You’re welcome.
And once that’s sorted, you may at last recline in the so-called “glory of being” which, according to the brochures, is precisely where the meaning of life has been hiding all along.
I got 13. What did you get?
Run for president.