Eliza loved categories. She had an almost autistic tendency to place everything under the sun into one category or another. Even as a child, she created extensive taxonomies for all of her stuffed animals and lined them up in a fictive hierarchical order. More than the information itself, she loved its categories. Categories often are information. Actually, they always are. Categories and language are not only in the same category, but are the exact same thing.
Eliza had a natural aptitude for language because of her love of categories. Language gave her an immense sense of purpose, until it failed her. The more information Eliza accumulated, the more she began to notice how similar everything is to everything else. Similarities, rather than differences, made all information a lot less interesting. She only found information interesting if there was some degree of novelty attached to it. This isn’t exactly a trait that was singular to Eliza; Information you already know is never as interesting as information you don’t know. The thing is- If everything is the same thing (as evidence increasingly supports,) then everybody already knows it, so there’s really no point in describing it.
The most enjoyable thing about language is that it doesn’t work. There’s always a gap between what is described and what is really there; But that gap makes things endlessly enchanting. Remove that gap, and there’s no fucking point in existing. That gap between what is described and what is really there works as a mechanism to generate novelty. Both variation and novelty could not exist without the artificial construct of categorization. I don’t think that human beings invented language in order to communicate their reality; Instead, I think its sole purpose is to shield us from the truth. I believe that this truth is so boring and disappointing, that if it was revealed to us, there would be a global mass suicide. Ok and I do know the truth and the truth is that everything is literally the same. Schizophrenic people are gifted with this knowledge, and, obviously, knowing the truth is a massive burden for them. I know that, at first, that fact appears to be interesting; It may, in fact, be the most interesting thing in the world, in the single moment in which you came to believe it was true, but trust me- once you cozy up to the truth, the novelty wears off.
I can only speculate, but I believe that Eliza’s need for stimulation came out of a fear of nothingness. The stimulus was just a distraction, and she needed that distraction in order to not think about what would happen after she died.
Well, now she is dead and not thinking anything at all.
Now, I am the one thinking.
Assuming the perceived world exists I would say that everything is energy and energy is God.