Tuesday, October 13, 2020

It has no meaning, whatsoever

The long weekend is over. My God what a crazy time of my life. Now is around 1 a.m. and I just woke up. I left to bed at 8 pm. Sunday night we were party at my friend's house and we stayed until 5 am in the morning. My friend slept over at my place and we were drinking wine all day yesterday.

This weekend I didn't sleep much. I went to bed on Friday at 3 am, Saturday at 2 am, Sunday at 6 am... I am living my dream. And here I am, Tuesday morning thinking about question - What is the meaning of life? What is the purpose of my existence?

You might take that the meaning of life involves some kind of joke, if I ask you, you may respond with nervous laugh and an attempt to change the subject. This question is threatening, too unnerving to dare to say anything sincere or serious and so laughter seems only safe response.

We simply do not know what is the meaning of life, love and other things in this life. We don't know why we are here and what is our purpose. We have heard of various theories but all of them are just hearsay.

Nature seems to be a purposeless and meaningless machine. Did we pay for our new mental freedom by sacrificing the meaning of our existence? Partially knowledgeable man stands alone, uprooted in an icy universe, lost in the chain of generations which arose from nothing, and become nothing. What is the purpose of it all? Is this the desired purpose of understanding, the last great answer to all questions asked of nature?

Man has “experimented” himself out of a Godly order, away from an inner feeling of security. . . . He has made a taboo of the question of the meaning of human life—its portal has been nailed shut with planks. He no more dares to touch it, because he fears to find the dismal answer that our life has no meaning at all.

- Carsten Bresch


I have my own theory which I have built for quite some time...

The life has no meaning unless we want to fool ourselves.

Imagine that we live in perfect world on a perfect planet... what will we do? What? Everything is so perfect and there is nothing else to do but to watch and what we will look at... Water flowing? Grass growing? Planet spinning? Love blossoming?

How about shaping the rocks and wind shaping the mountains? How about looking at ocean and waves? How long could we watch a perfect nature? We'd turn into an idiot before lunch.

Boredom is the problem God trying to solve in any universe. So, that's the setup of our existence.

Life must perform the vital function of amusing us. This, in perfect world is not possible because the perfection is not capable of being imperfect. Chaos is not possible, flaws and errors are not possible, irrationality and inadequacy are not possible. Nonsense is not possible. So the perfect world is the problem.

So lets there be something when there is nothing!

And thus, the life was born... the time, energy, matter, space, causality, duality and people. With life, the illusion of our existence came around so we can ask the question... what is the meaning of all this. And the answer is so simple: it has no meaning, whatsoever.

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