It's obvious, is it not, or am I just dysfunctional? That "life", in general, lacks meaning?
For anything in life to have any significance it has to have a permanent effect and retain information.
For example,
if you shovel dirt to create a hill and the hill erodes back down into a plain, nothing has been created, no one will remember, and no one will care (Granting that dirt, labor, and people, and their thoughts, have any intrinsic value anyway.)
From that premise, I propose that there are only two activities a person can participate in:
Get on a hamster wheel.
Watch everything a person has worked for or has simply enjoyed, die.
Of course, whenever a person brings up the possibility that life lacks meaning, the inevitable arguments come:
"With a personal relationship with God, your actions have both permanence and remembrance!"
"Eat and drink, for tomorrow we die!"
":: Insert your own religious (Spiritual, if you prefer the word) gibberish here::"
I will consent that, if there is a god, and he has spoken to you, and he offers immortality, you should listen. I don't care if you're just hearing voices in your head or your insane, just go with it. If you get a fuzzy feeling, all the better, if you feel a presence, awesome. Do what he says and get your key to that rocket ship. Doesn't do jack * for me or the vast majority of other people God seems to be mute to, however.
As for those who think living for the moment isn't just a complete waste that lacks any real significance, that's a mentally handicapped viewpoint. I don't care what package it's in, I don't care how pretty it looks, it's just a blunted way of looking at the world that is tantamount to walking around blindfolded. Similarly to those who have a "personal relationship with God", good luck with that, more power to you, if you can somehow get some sort of pleasure out of vague and impermanent activities, that's awesome.
Then there's all the rest of the truly delusional, those that worship satan, those that believe in reincarnation, or those that have incredibly superstitious beliefs about symbols (Ankhs, etc).
All that said, I really wish I could believe in those things, if I could force myself to do it, I would. I could do mental gymnastics to prove that God is a perfectly reasonable thing to have in the universe, but it wouldn't make the fact that everything I do is meaningless to be any less true.
A parable...
Two men are playing war at a table before being hanged.
First man: "Why are we even doing this, an eternity of nothing follows this brief blip on the time line of the universe, a time line that doesn't even exist."
Second man wins a battle: "Yay!"
First man: ...
Second man wins another battle: "YAY!"
First man throws a handful of cards at the second: "These are just cards! There's no value in them!"
Second man: "Well ya, we might as well enjoy this game while it lasts though."
First man: "Are you *ing insane? There's no more bleak of a game than in that which there is no hope, there is no effect, there is no remembrance, and we DIE at the end! It would have been better that we were both never pushed from the womb than we looked at a game such as this. Let us just go and be hanged, for it's better to be dead than to live with death always on our doorstep."
Again, life is like pushing a wheelbarrow of whatever turns you on (Roses, bigotry, acceptance, love, ect) up a hill to decorate your own grave.
I didn't write this because I'm suicidal or because I need someone to make me feel better about myself, I wrote this very simply for those people that haven't heard any voices in their head, that see jobs and all the work they do as just trivial, pointless, and "Grasping for the wind", I want them to see that it isn't depression or some kind of psychotic breakdown, what I have written is the simple reality. I wrote this to be at least the understanding person that I could find no where else. (With the exception of the books of Job and Ecclesiastes. Ecclesiastes 4:1-3)
Where does that leave me? My body is naturally inclined to seek survival. There are things in this life that I enjoy for the moment, though I'm under no illusion that it's going to give me any lasting satisfaction. Also, I retain some irrational hope that something bizzarre is going to happen that'll make my life meaningful.
Now, as this is a forum, I know there is going to be responses, but I respectfully request that your rebuttals be written as if you were standing in front of my old broken tombstone.
Thanks.
The asterisks (*) here indicate where I'm forced to act in accordance with other peoples moral taboos that I am not allowed to make any judgment about whatsoever. (I will say, however, that it's ironic.)
For anything in life to have any significance it has to have a permanent effect and retain information.
For example,
if you shovel dirt to create a hill and the hill erodes back down into a plain, nothing has been created, no one will remember, and no one will care (Granting that dirt, labor, and people, and their thoughts, have any intrinsic value anyway.)
From that premise, I propose that there are only two activities a person can participate in:
Get on a hamster wheel.
Watch everything a person has worked for or has simply enjoyed, die.
Of course, whenever a person brings up the possibility that life lacks meaning, the inevitable arguments come:
"With a personal relationship with God, your actions have both permanence and remembrance!"
"Eat and drink, for tomorrow we die!"
":: Insert your own religious (Spiritual, if you prefer the word) gibberish here::"
I will consent that, if there is a god, and he has spoken to you, and he offers immortality, you should listen. I don't care if you're just hearing voices in your head or your insane, just go with it. If you get a fuzzy feeling, all the better, if you feel a presence, awesome. Do what he says and get your key to that rocket ship. Doesn't do jack * for me or the vast majority of other people God seems to be mute to, however.
As for those who think living for the moment isn't just a complete waste that lacks any real significance, that's a mentally handicapped viewpoint. I don't care what package it's in, I don't care how pretty it looks, it's just a blunted way of looking at the world that is tantamount to walking around blindfolded. Similarly to those who have a "personal relationship with God", good luck with that, more power to you, if you can somehow get some sort of pleasure out of vague and impermanent activities, that's awesome.
Then there's all the rest of the truly delusional, those that worship satan, those that believe in reincarnation, or those that have incredibly superstitious beliefs about symbols (Ankhs, etc).
All that said, I really wish I could believe in those things, if I could force myself to do it, I would. I could do mental gymnastics to prove that God is a perfectly reasonable thing to have in the universe, but it wouldn't make the fact that everything I do is meaningless to be any less true.
A parable...
Two men are playing war at a table before being hanged.
First man: "Why are we even doing this, an eternity of nothing follows this brief blip on the time line of the universe, a time line that doesn't even exist."
Second man wins a battle: "Yay!"
First man: ...
Second man wins another battle: "YAY!"
First man throws a handful of cards at the second: "These are just cards! There's no value in them!"
Second man: "Well ya, we might as well enjoy this game while it lasts though."
First man: "Are you *ing insane? There's no more bleak of a game than in that which there is no hope, there is no effect, there is no remembrance, and we DIE at the end! It would have been better that we were both never pushed from the womb than we looked at a game such as this. Let us just go and be hanged, for it's better to be dead than to live with death always on our doorstep."
Again, life is like pushing a wheelbarrow of whatever turns you on (Roses, bigotry, acceptance, love, ect) up a hill to decorate your own grave.
I didn't write this because I'm suicidal or because I need someone to make me feel better about myself, I wrote this very simply for those people that haven't heard any voices in their head, that see jobs and all the work they do as just trivial, pointless, and "Grasping for the wind", I want them to see that it isn't depression or some kind of psychotic breakdown, what I have written is the simple reality. I wrote this to be at least the understanding person that I could find no where else. (With the exception of the books of Job and Ecclesiastes. Ecclesiastes 4:1-3)
Where does that leave me? My body is naturally inclined to seek survival. There are things in this life that I enjoy for the moment, though I'm under no illusion that it's going to give me any lasting satisfaction. Also, I retain some irrational hope that something bizzarre is going to happen that'll make my life meaningful.
Now, as this is a forum, I know there is going to be responses, but I respectfully request that your rebuttals be written as if you were standing in front of my old broken tombstone.
Thanks.
The asterisks (*) here indicate where I'm forced to act in accordance with other peoples moral taboos that I am not allowed to make any judgment about whatsoever. (I will say, however, that it's ironic.)
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