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The Truman Show was a 1998 movie in which Jim Carrey plays an insurance salesman who discovers his entire life is actually a T.V. show, that everything he says or does is on display for the world to see.

Imagine that! What if it were true for us all? The movie is a comedic take on the Orwellian concept that you are being watched. But exactly who is doing the watching?

Religions the world over tout the omnipresence of God, so if the Divine Maker is everywhere, that means He's also in your head, hearing your thoughts, and seeing everything you say and do.

What's more, if God is omnipresent, or existing everywhere all at once, then He is everything. God is the whole world, and if God is watching you, the whole world is too.

So why is everyone so worried about protecting their privacy??? The subject for another post...

Now that we've straightened out the fact that you are not alone even when you think you are, the question arises, what should you do with your time?

This brings to mind the categorical imperative, the central concept in the moral philosophy of the German philosopher Immanuel Kant, who wrote in his 1785 ground-breaking work, Grounding for the Metaphysics of Morals:

"Live your life as though your every act were to become a universal law."

Imagine a world in which every single sentient being behaved in accordance with this law. If everyone acted, said and thought as if every thought, word and deed were on display for the world to see. If everything spoken, conceived or executed were to become a guide to righteousness. Imagine if only you lived your life in such a way. Do you think you could?

Try it. Spend a day - why not today - behaving as if everything you do and say and think is being watched. Because it is. Apart from being the thinker, speaker and doer, you are also the witness who watches everything and doesn't miss a thing. Because my boy MJ said it best when he sang:

Live your life at the highest level whether you are a rock star in front of a crowd of 50,000 or alone in the bathroom brushing your teeth and thinking about the day to come. Oh and, uh, don't do that. People cannot do two things at once, don't you know? So just brush your teeth. But do it as if you're setting an example for all the world to follow. And planning for the day ahead takes you out of the here and now, which is where you ought to be. So stop it! You wouldn't want to be caught daydreaming, now would you?


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