thread: 2006-08-31 : I think my expectations are screwed
On 2006-09-07, Fletcher wrote:
My last conversation with my Dad went something like this.
Dad: "I'm off to work. We should go out to eat tonight."
Me: "Okay, sounds good."
And...death.
What's the point of existence?
It's the fundamental question of reality.
And the religious debates always ensue. And the theists come out of the woodwork, and the agnostics/atheists try to wash their fears away, since no answer to the question can be objectively tested or verified, and the question is therefore irrelevant.
So we keep on living without an answer, because we don't want to rape our minds by believing in something untestable, unfalsifiable, illogical. We'd prefer a big question mark, right? As opposed to clinging to tradition, which is probably wrong?
What makes us think we can stand in a position to judge the rest of the universe? We are but a speck on the hide of a malevolent colossus that cares nothing for us or our struggles. Our logic cannot pierce his hide.
Forgive the melodrama. It's late. Thinking of death does strange things to the brain.
