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- Mar 23, 2023
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We are extremely limited. Temporally, spatially, cognitively. We are mortal and susceptible to all kinds of negative things. Naturally, this arises the question of the meaning of life and our quest for meaning: what could possibly justify our predicament? Why do we have to exist?
Yet, we do not find much meaning in life. If meaning is to be understood as having some kind of a positive impact on the world (on others) and having some worthwhile purpose, then there is little meaning in our lives. Compare your life with the life of Einstein, for example. This nigga made has made a huge impact on the whole humanity with his scientific findings. He also had a wife and a good quality of life I suppose. But what about the most of us? We can hardly make an impact on anyone who is not a member of our family or maybe some other relatively small and local human group. We are completely dispensable. If one of us dies nothing will change on the grand scale level and nobody is going to care except maybe just a few people.
We will probably never make a huge impact on humanity as a whole. And certainly nobody can make an impact beyond our planet, so even the life of Einstein is cosmically meaningless.
All our purposes are limited in scope. Soon enough we will all be dead and forgotten. It also seems that the Planet itself is destined to be absorbed by the Sun. And the whole universe is going to face the heat death (or whatever the fuck). Seems like there are ultimate events which we cannot impact or affect and the fate of humanity as a whole is sealed. Our individual fates are sealed too. No matter what you do and how you live your life the end is going to be the same - death and non-existence.
Life is pretty much absurd. We live in a cold and indifferent universe and nothing that we do here makes a permanent difference. We exist for no purpose, we are the result of blind evolutionary necessity. There's just no purpose to our existence and it doesn't really matter what we do when we adopt a cosmic perspective. Yet, we see everything we do as extremely important and meaningful and worry so much about it. When in reality we are not that significant and what we do is pretty much meaningless or futile.
If we were not limited in so many ways - if we were immortals with greater intellectual abilities for example - we wouldn't really care so much about life's meaning. Yet, we are indeed extremely limited, we are looking for ways to transcend these limits by leaving a mark of some sort. Yet, we fail to transcend the ultimate limits of human mortality. The universe itself is inevitably going to 'die'. Being unable to transcend these limits makes life pretty much meaningless or futile.
We could imagine a different scenario where life would be much better. If we were immortal we wouldn't even have the need to 'leave a mark' - our personal goals aimed at ourselves could probably suffice. Yet, we do not live in such a scenario. That's a good reason to be sad and unsatisfied with this life.
That's all.
Yet, we do not find much meaning in life. If meaning is to be understood as having some kind of a positive impact on the world (on others) and having some worthwhile purpose, then there is little meaning in our lives. Compare your life with the life of Einstein, for example. This nigga made has made a huge impact on the whole humanity with his scientific findings. He also had a wife and a good quality of life I suppose. But what about the most of us? We can hardly make an impact on anyone who is not a member of our family or maybe some other relatively small and local human group. We are completely dispensable. If one of us dies nothing will change on the grand scale level and nobody is going to care except maybe just a few people.
We will probably never make a huge impact on humanity as a whole. And certainly nobody can make an impact beyond our planet, so even the life of Einstein is cosmically meaningless.
All our purposes are limited in scope. Soon enough we will all be dead and forgotten. It also seems that the Planet itself is destined to be absorbed by the Sun. And the whole universe is going to face the heat death (or whatever the fuck). Seems like there are ultimate events which we cannot impact or affect and the fate of humanity as a whole is sealed. Our individual fates are sealed too. No matter what you do and how you live your life the end is going to be the same - death and non-existence.
Life is pretty much absurd. We live in a cold and indifferent universe and nothing that we do here makes a permanent difference. We exist for no purpose, we are the result of blind evolutionary necessity. There's just no purpose to our existence and it doesn't really matter what we do when we adopt a cosmic perspective. Yet, we see everything we do as extremely important and meaningful and worry so much about it. When in reality we are not that significant and what we do is pretty much meaningless or futile.
If we were not limited in so many ways - if we were immortals with greater intellectual abilities for example - we wouldn't really care so much about life's meaning. Yet, we are indeed extremely limited, we are looking for ways to transcend these limits by leaving a mark of some sort. Yet, we fail to transcend the ultimate limits of human mortality. The universe itself is inevitably going to 'die'. Being unable to transcend these limits makes life pretty much meaningless or futile.
We could imagine a different scenario where life would be much better. If we were immortal we wouldn't even have the need to 'leave a mark' - our personal goals aimed at ourselves could probably suffice. Yet, we do not live in such a scenario. That's a good reason to be sad and unsatisfied with this life.
That's all.