I wouldn't deny being a bit of a mystic about this, though I don't think I'm hiding anything behind a curtain.
I would ask "well, if that isn't the goal, the reason we're here or at least a worthwhile objective to aim for, then what is?" but I probably wouldn't understand the answer. "To mill around aimlessly for a few thousand years and then die off" doesn't do it for me. "To conquer and exploit every planet and life form in the universe"...nope. "To create one ultimate work of art that perfectly expresses the epitome of what it means to be human"...mmm, well, maybe, but I think that's kind of what I'm talking about anyway. "To bring about the destruction of reality itself"...who let the guy in the knobbly wheelchair in here?
You'd maybe say--I don't know--that we're incapable of understanding our purpose, if any, and that we don't need to understand it to fulfil it. And that would bring me back full circle to my initial beef.
I think I'd rather think I'm hearing a beat that nobody else is yet. And that's fine, because nobody else needs to, yet, and it's certainly not doing me any good. As for the things that make me want to scream, I'll try and confine it to a stifled whimper.
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Re: Rounding off--a provisionally final attempt to explain myself
Date: 2011-02-22 02:49 pm (UTC)I would ask "well, if that isn't the goal, the reason we're here or at least a worthwhile objective to aim for, then what is?" but I probably wouldn't understand the answer. "To mill around aimlessly for a few thousand years and then die off" doesn't do it for me. "To conquer and exploit every planet and life form in the universe"...nope. "To create one ultimate work of art that perfectly expresses the epitome of what it means to be human"...mmm, well, maybe, but I think that's kind of what I'm talking about anyway. "To bring about the destruction of reality itself"...who let the guy in the knobbly wheelchair in here?
You'd maybe say--I don't know--that we're incapable of understanding our purpose, if any, and that we don't need to understand it to fulfil it. And that would bring me back full circle to my initial beef.
I think I'd rather think I'm hearing a beat that nobody else is yet. And that's fine, because nobody else needs to, yet, and it's certainly not doing me any good. As for the things that make me want to scream, I'll try and confine it to a stifled whimper.