A “Consciousness Label”?

Thinking is good, but unfortunately, it doesn’t pay the bills.

Unless you go to extremes or simply have the means from the start, you cannot escape this rule: you need money to live. And you need to live in order to think.

It’s true that the opposite isn’t necessarily true. But isn’t it because human beings can think that the standard of living has evolved—presumably for the better—over the years?

One thing, however, hasn’t changed: our relationship with reflection, at least among “the masses.” The system is well-structured enough to ensure that the masses don’t think. And it’s not their “fault”—society is designed this way.

By doing their best at work, taking care of their children and family, trying to stay in touch with two or three friends, and occasionally having a bit of fun in the evening or on weekends (if they’ve worked too much overtime), people don’t really have the time—or for many, the desire—to ask themselves existential questions.

When we want to “entertain” ourselves, philosophy or studying are not natural options. And even before that, why do we feel the need to be entertained in the first place?

For many, it’s to pass the time, to fill the void, to avoid thinking.

Because thinking often hurts. It means realizing that we could do better, that we messed up in the past, and that we could have done things differently. And it means potentially worrying about things that may or may not happen—things we ultimately have no certainty about.

And the cycle repeats.

“So we dance,” as someone once said. We drink, we complain about a job we don’t necessarily like, about a relationship that no longer satisfies us. We also laugh—a lot. Laugh at politicians who do nothing, saying that if we were in their place, things would be better. Laugh at a person sitting alone at the bar because they have no friends. Laugh because someone drank too much and threw up on themselves.

And it’s already late. We have to work the next day.

Hungover in the morning, we scroll on our phones to wake up. We ignore anything that would make us think—it’s too annoying. We lose track of time and end up running late for work. We don’t necessarily like this job, but it pays the bills—the “lifeblood of war.” Along the way, we read a few motivational posts: “Be positive,” “Exercise,” “Meditate.” True messages in principle, but they only work if we’ve already taken the time to reflect on them. And we haven’t.

All this to say—what if we had labels on places, businesses, products, films, books, manga, music—everything, really—that indicate the “level of consciousness” they provide?

My theory is that what is good for the brain helps raise awareness, and for some products, this is obvious.

Today, for example, I wrote a post about Schindler’s List.

A movie is entertainment. But a movie about the Holocaust is not the same as a 90s action film (and yes, I can already hear people arguing—but it’s just an example). Schindler’s List would therefore have “more consciousness points” than an action movie.

The same applies to apps. A gacha game app is extremely harmful to the brain because it creates addiction—negative points.
An ad-free app that promotes health would earn positive points.

Governments should be tied to these “scores”—but without corruption or lobbying. A paradox, of course, to even say “government without corruption.”

Anyway, I don’t have time anymore—writing doesn’t feed me. Yet?


Our latest tales

  • The Water Espers

    The Water Espers

    Among all the living beings of Esperia, Vati was especially drawn to the magical creatures known as Espers. They came in many shapes, colors, and abilities, and soon became not only the most powerful but also the most responsible beings in the land. Raised in a world where the Seven Shapes were clearly understood by

    Read more

  • Rhythm and Nature

    Rhythm and Nature

     Of all the Shapes of Esperia, Atma, the Shape of Balance, was certainly the one most attuned to the music of nature: the wind playing through the gentle leaves of a splendid oak tree, the soft breeze rippling across a calm sea, the birds singing at sunrise in a green valley—and even the raw roar

    Read more

  • The Creation of Earth

    The Creation of Earth

    Shala was able to witness the creation of Earth too, far, far away from the magical land of Esperia. She was curious and full of joy as she watched life begin to take shape—how, over millions of years, nature slowly unfolded into a world where living beings could grow, flourish, and live in harmony. But

    Read more

  • The StarDust

    The StarDust

    Cha Cha was also deeply thinking about One Daily Tale, and about the StarDust. The Espers of Esperia had all developed their own StarDust—a bright, shiny, warm veil that reflected rainbow colors. The StarDust allowed the Espers to trust one another, placing fear under the guidance of their awareness and wisdom, and enabling them to

    Read more

  • Challenge Accepted

    Challenge Accepted

    One Daily Tale was a special book. It was written with magic, and the 7 Shapes themselves spent their time reflecting on how to write and present the important—yet simple—points of the concept, which was linked to harmony with nature and peace for the living creatures of Esperia. This was when Faya stood up a

    Read more

  • A World Without the 7 Shapes

    A World Without the 7 Shapes

    In a world without the 7 Shapes, humankind had to develop without knowledge, without awareness. This marked the beginning of a world based on the survival of the fittest, where physical strength became the natural way to survive—without knowing how to communicate, unable to trust one another, and instinctively fearing others. Without an understanding of

    Read more

  • Yakara

    Yakara

    When the Eclipse took place and Eklea vanished, the Shadows of every Esper began whispering thoughts that made them feel certain—they believed they were right, doing what was right, all while thinking they were fully aware.But in truth, the Shadows had gently slipped blinders over their eyes, making them unable to see the real truth.

    Read more

  • Guruko and Cha Cha

    Guruko and Cha Cha

    Guruko was raised on a small island, hidden from the rest of the world. She lived with her Grandma Luna, who often reminded her: “Listening is a gift you should use as often as you can.” Her closest companion was a platypus who fancied himself a philosophical writer. Guruko had named him Cha Cha. Taking

    Read more