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Makes about as much sense as anything I came up with recently.
Been trying to figure out the purpose of it all. Life, the universe, everything. I know it's something that's occupied philosophers and thinkers for centuries now, but never has a great mind such as my own tried to solve this. And, for the very first time, I might be a little over my head.
The most basic biologi response would be for procreation, perpetuation of the species. Truth is, men just go and look for sex all of their lives. Problem is, man is one of the few species that lives past their reproductive cycle's term (regardless on how much men would like it if some women that go through their menopause just went and died). Could be a result of having a society that protects the members that can't fend for themselves. Most animals die before their reproductive usefullness.
Keeping that one in mind, the only purpose for the development of the mind would be to provide you with the tools you may need to propagate the species. The problem is... do you really need all that curiosity, all that drive to understand your surroundings to just propagate your genes? Wouldn't that energy be better spent trying to improve the way we reproduce (or at least giving men the ability to have multiple orgasms)? Basically, why do we thing? A side efect of evolution? When we were cowering in our caves, hiding from bears, we started ocupying our mind trying to understand our surroundings as a way to better defend ourselves and went from there?
The poet in me likes a sentence I once read. We are the way the universe has to understand itself. The cinic in me believes us, as a species, as too stupid for that. There's very little that can be understood by dropping bombs on people, letting some die of starvation while others die of heart conditions because they're too fat and fucking up the planet for profit. Unless what you want to understand is human nature. If so, the universe's a dick!
To be happy. For a while, I liked this idea. We are here to be happy. We are all self absorved, selfish and self serving. So we are here for ourselves. Oh, and fuck those who call themselves selfless. You do stuff because it makes you feel good. Period. Problem wit this is, that annoying side effect of evolution made us feel forever incomplete. So, most of the times, we look for someone... and you know, depending on anyone else for your own happiness is always a bad idea. So, the point is, we are always incomplete. If we try to fill that gap, we will most likelly end up fucked, or fucking over someone else. Hedgehog's dillema.
No purpose at all. I like this one. Goes hand in hand with man's pompous tendencies to think that all revolves around himself. Maybe it just doesn't. Maybe the universe was just planning on having fun, the condom broke, out came life. Qualifying it as an accident amuses me. Adds to the futility. We, the self-titled masters of this planet keep forgeting what a tine spec of dust it is, and for how little time have we been on it... assuming that we weren't even supposed to be here just adds to the fun.
Fulfulling the will of mithological creatures or an invisible guy who lives in the sky. Well, If there even existed such a thing as a god, assuming it's powers as those people attribute to it, generally... we'd be less than microbes to it. Unless it likes playing with a microscope, why would it give a fuck? I wouldn't!
All in all, I'd go with no sense of purpose. If you don't believe in anything, you can piss off more people, trample more believes! Hey, maybe that's my sense of purpose!
Been trying to figure out the purpose of it all. Life, the universe, everything. I know it's something that's occupied philosophers and thinkers for centuries now, but never has a great mind such as my own tried to solve this. And, for the very first time, I might be a little over my head.
The most basic biologi response would be for procreation, perpetuation of the species. Truth is, men just go and look for sex all of their lives. Problem is, man is one of the few species that lives past their reproductive cycle's term (regardless on how much men would like it if some women that go through their menopause just went and died). Could be a result of having a society that protects the members that can't fend for themselves. Most animals die before their reproductive usefullness.
Keeping that one in mind, the only purpose for the development of the mind would be to provide you with the tools you may need to propagate the species. The problem is... do you really need all that curiosity, all that drive to understand your surroundings to just propagate your genes? Wouldn't that energy be better spent trying to improve the way we reproduce (or at least giving men the ability to have multiple orgasms)? Basically, why do we thing? A side efect of evolution? When we were cowering in our caves, hiding from bears, we started ocupying our mind trying to understand our surroundings as a way to better defend ourselves and went from there?
The poet in me likes a sentence I once read. We are the way the universe has to understand itself. The cinic in me believes us, as a species, as too stupid for that. There's very little that can be understood by dropping bombs on people, letting some die of starvation while others die of heart conditions because they're too fat and fucking up the planet for profit. Unless what you want to understand is human nature. If so, the universe's a dick!
To be happy. For a while, I liked this idea. We are here to be happy. We are all self absorved, selfish and self serving. So we are here for ourselves. Oh, and fuck those who call themselves selfless. You do stuff because it makes you feel good. Period. Problem wit this is, that annoying side effect of evolution made us feel forever incomplete. So, most of the times, we look for someone... and you know, depending on anyone else for your own happiness is always a bad idea. So, the point is, we are always incomplete. If we try to fill that gap, we will most likelly end up fucked, or fucking over someone else. Hedgehog's dillema.
No purpose at all. I like this one. Goes hand in hand with man's pompous tendencies to think that all revolves around himself. Maybe it just doesn't. Maybe the universe was just planning on having fun, the condom broke, out came life. Qualifying it as an accident amuses me. Adds to the futility. We, the self-titled masters of this planet keep forgeting what a tine spec of dust it is, and for how little time have we been on it... assuming that we weren't even supposed to be here just adds to the fun.
Fulfulling the will of mithological creatures or an invisible guy who lives in the sky. Well, If there even existed such a thing as a god, assuming it's powers as those people attribute to it, generally... we'd be less than microbes to it. Unless it likes playing with a microscope, why would it give a fuck? I wouldn't!
All in all, I'd go with no sense of purpose. If you don't believe in anything, you can piss off more people, trample more believes! Hey, maybe that's my sense of purpose!
posted by Cash at 8/21/2006 05:03:00 PM
3 Comments:
well, i was about to say something - but if its unwanted i best keep it to myself
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Unwanted oppinion just sounds cooler! Go ahead and say what's on your mind.. unless it involves child pron and the like!
So you're going with the «no sense at all» one?... Because posting the meaning of all life in your own blog to start with seemed to point more towards the self-absorbed option... :-)
(ouch!)
Be that as it may, here's another take on it:
«To perceive is to suffer.» (Aristotle)
(And didn't the Budha say something like that?)
Keep on expanding the borders of science and philosofy.
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