Lately, I have started to rationalize a series of things to myself that I am surprised at myself for not realizing before. Namely that, as I stop to look around me at the world and all of the events happening around me, a thought comes into my mind. “The world has, is, and always will continue to function with or without me. Were I to withdraw from the world tomorrow, the gears of the world would turn as smoothly as they always have. My ceasing to exist would have no effect on anything, and the few people that it will effect will, sooner or later, be dead and gone as well.”
Am I making any sense in my dilemma here, or am I just ranting at this point? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
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Albert Einstein. Carl Sagan. Mother Theresa. John F. Kennedy. Martin Luther King. Gandhi. (Can’t spell his first name, don’t want to guess.) Jesus Christ. John Steinbeck. Socrates. Galileo.
All piles of dust, having assumed room temperature after making significant contributions, depending on one’s viewpoint.
And here we are, spinning on our axis, around a star that at roughly 5 billion years old is halfway through its life cycle, while it hovers in a seemingly endless universe replete with similar stars, some bigger, some smaller, just grains of sand in a Sahara desert of universal proportions, with notions and concepts of who, what and why we are, all while we concern ourselves with finding the most efficient ways of disrespecting, isolating, denigrating, invalidating and murdering each other as we tax and destroy the resources that maintain our unusually silly existence. Human ego makes us legends in our own minds. Time and an uncaring, unconcerned, random universe will see to it that someday we’ll be a fragment of a ghost of a forgotten memory, then just a nothing. Could be a few million years, but we’ll get over ourselves.
Now I’m craving nachos for some reason.
It’s an unusual fact that parts of the universe are caring and concerned, and are the product of a non-random assortment of seemingly endless variables all moving towards entropy. And yet even so, the whole thing is ridiculous and bereft of any eternal meaning or permanence.
Someone needs to do something about this universal silliness soon. I mean, c’mon. . .
If the silkiness gets removed, the universe will be all math. Blergh.
Silliness*
Autocorrect AI has gone insane.
Math – I can digit.
Please excuse my short and bad answer because im about to sleep and i have discussed this subject a lot. I try to write a book about it one day so the directless spinning of the mind around such subjects would finish:)
But don’t forget this sentence :
“Matter, Matters.”
Here’s a story:
If i take all the things that you are made of and take them complety out of this world, there will be a false vacuum made in space that would terminate every other matter in this world.
So you can see that your existence is quite sure important:)