99.vikram
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I wrote this because I was getting bored/depressed. I decided to dump it here. Enjoy.
It doesn't matter what I do. I feel this horrible, omnipresent loneliness hanging over my shoulder. No, not over my shoulder. It's staring me in the face every second of my existence. As long as I busy myself in the goings on of the world around me or the people who populate my own little uiverse, I can stifle it and have some respite. But now, when I am alone and unoccupied, I feel it in it's full force. The music only seems to make it worse, emphasizing how it can penetrate into you no matter how hard you try to shield yourself. It's not just loneliness either. It's a whole host of horrible realities. The fact that there is no home for anyone. All you ever have is this one point in space and time, and it will be taken from you eventually. The fact that friends, even family are temporary and they think of you as a tool to be plied. Worst of all, the reality that existence is pretty much pointless. I am just another phenomenon in the grander mechanism of the universe, which is likely just part of some even bigger machine. Copernican principle, right?
The trouble is, the phenomenon of life is cursed with sentience and self awareness. We have power, but not purpose. I feel this intimately. I find myself desperately looking for purpose, sometimes by adopting what others say is my purpose. But none of it makes sense. Money? Power? Respect? Why bother. It's all dust in the larger scheme of things. So logically, our purpose and actions have to both be relevant to our own, immediate present. So that makes all the wise words of great men worthless. So what if my action will benefit my sons? My son ceases to exist when I cease to exist. There is no universe without an observer. So there are only two options open to rational people searching for meaning. (1) Intelligent hedonism. Live only to serve yourself, and help others along the way if that helps your cause. (2) Be an observer. Since nothing we do seems to have any meaning whatsoever, maybe all we can do is understand the universe that spawned us.
It's a strange machine, that exists to create an observer just so he can notice that the machine exists. Man seems to be headed down this path as it is. During his quest to further his own life, he has unwittingly collected a vast amount of knowledge about the world that created him. Perhaps as more and more people get tired of serving themselves, they will start amusing themselves with knowledge. Either that or a HoloTV.
It doesn't matter what I do. I feel this horrible, omnipresent loneliness hanging over my shoulder. No, not over my shoulder. It's staring me in the face every second of my existence. As long as I busy myself in the goings on of the world around me or the people who populate my own little uiverse, I can stifle it and have some respite. But now, when I am alone and unoccupied, I feel it in it's full force. The music only seems to make it worse, emphasizing how it can penetrate into you no matter how hard you try to shield yourself. It's not just loneliness either. It's a whole host of horrible realities. The fact that there is no home for anyone. All you ever have is this one point in space and time, and it will be taken from you eventually. The fact that friends, even family are temporary and they think of you as a tool to be plied. Worst of all, the reality that existence is pretty much pointless. I am just another phenomenon in the grander mechanism of the universe, which is likely just part of some even bigger machine. Copernican principle, right?
The trouble is, the phenomenon of life is cursed with sentience and self awareness. We have power, but not purpose. I feel this intimately. I find myself desperately looking for purpose, sometimes by adopting what others say is my purpose. But none of it makes sense. Money? Power? Respect? Why bother. It's all dust in the larger scheme of things. So logically, our purpose and actions have to both be relevant to our own, immediate present. So that makes all the wise words of great men worthless. So what if my action will benefit my sons? My son ceases to exist when I cease to exist. There is no universe without an observer. So there are only two options open to rational people searching for meaning. (1) Intelligent hedonism. Live only to serve yourself, and help others along the way if that helps your cause. (2) Be an observer. Since nothing we do seems to have any meaning whatsoever, maybe all we can do is understand the universe that spawned us.
It's a strange machine, that exists to create an observer just so he can notice that the machine exists. Man seems to be headed down this path as it is. During his quest to further his own life, he has unwittingly collected a vast amount of knowledge about the world that created him. Perhaps as more and more people get tired of serving themselves, they will start amusing themselves with knowledge. Either that or a HoloTV.