I like this answer. I remember sitting by the ocean a few years back in a meditative state, watching the waves, visualizing an Earth minus humans. The picture in my mind didn’t differ much from the scene I was looking at, as there weren’t many people around, but it just sort of occured to me that I was looking at “Life.” No neon signs, no concrete jungles, no political divisions, no animosity based on color or ideology, no stress, no deadlines, just “life” as it has been for millions of years. A planet spinning, waves coming and going, regardless of our self-important presence, just like it will continue as soon as the Universe decides homo sapiens is no longer needed and is eradicated. Stars will form, stars will die, galaxies will merge, species and cultures will crawl, rise and walk, grow old and die, and still, “life” will continue in its purest form, untouched by curious interlopers.
meaningless
I mean, what is it worth before the fact that it will (all) inevitabely end at some point? dust to dust…does what happens in the space between beginnning and end mean anything… eh, sorry for going all existential
My reading of a lot of near death experiences over the last couple of years had led me to believe that we’re really just energy/light beings, temporarily driving human vehicles. I’m a rusty, squeaky Chevy Cavalier.
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Incomprehensible. It doesn’t make any sense at all.
. . . suffering, joy, dark, light.
Too, too long.
..a fuck job.
Life is. Period. No labels – it exists independent of the labels we attach to it & ourselves.
Sorry … been reading a book on Zen. 😉
I like your way of thinking about it. life in the most essential sense is without inherent qualities/labels.
Perhaps the only meaning that life has, exists in the labels and interpretations we assign to it, and then attach to in our minds.
I like this answer. I remember sitting by the ocean a few years back in a meditative state, watching the waves, visualizing an Earth minus humans. The picture in my mind didn’t differ much from the scene I was looking at, as there weren’t many people around, but it just sort of occured to me that I was looking at “Life.” No neon signs, no concrete jungles, no political divisions, no animosity based on color or ideology, no stress, no deadlines, just “life” as it has been for millions of years. A planet spinning, waves coming and going, regardless of our self-important presence, just like it will continue as soon as the Universe decides homo sapiens is no longer needed and is eradicated. Stars will form, stars will die, galaxies will merge, species and cultures will crawl, rise and walk, grow old and die, and still, “life” will continue in its purest form, untouched by curious interlopers.
meaningless
I mean, what is it worth before the fact that it will (all) inevitabely end at some point? dust to dust…does what happens in the space between beginnning and end mean anything… eh, sorry for going all existential
My reading of a lot of near death experiences over the last couple of years had led me to believe that we’re really just energy/light beings, temporarily driving human vehicles. I’m a rusty, squeaky Chevy Cavalier.