08-12-2004, 10:19 PM
One cannot change his longing for meaning in his life. A man searches for something that will outlast his life, for immortality of a kind. For a way to affect the world. But it is all in vein. You can change the world but time can take away its meaning. It becomes a thing of the past and you are still alive, so what is ones life for. All one knows is they must find a way to bind themselves to the web of life so strongly, that they live on in what passes after their death.
But what if we were to die before then. What difference does it make then, if we had plans, what does it matter the work we've done? The children we've raised? What will it matter then, if every thing that links to you is erased? Stop. Not one moment of our life has been wasted.
That goal to connect to the future, to leave something behind that will last forever is just one part, yes, but part of the purpose of it is now, is the moment. And part of it is the web of connections. Links from soul to soul. If the purpose of life was just to continue into the future, then none of it would have meaning, because it would be all anticipation and preparation. There's fruition. There is the memories of what we've already had. There is the memory of each moment. The end of our lives, even if there's no forward continuation, no progeny at all, the end of our lives doesn't erase the beginning.
Not one minute of life is wasted. The child you hold in your arms for only a day before he dies, that is not wasted, because that one day is enough of a purpose in itself. Entropy has been thrown back for an hour, a day, a week, a month. Just because we might all die here on this little world does not undo the lives before the deaths.
Okay, you conclusion is death undoes everything, so what's the point. Then why do you bother doing anything? Because someday you will die. Why should anyone ever have children? Someday they will die, their children will die, all children will die. Someday stars will wind down or blow up. Someday death will cover us all and perhaps nothing will ever come to the surface to show that we were ever there. But we were there, and during the time we lived, we were alive. That's the truth-- what is, what was, what will be-- not what could be, what should have been, what never can be. If we die, then our death has meaning to the rest of the universe.
But what if we were to die before then. What difference does it make then, if we had plans, what does it matter the work we've done? The children we've raised? What will it matter then, if every thing that links to you is erased? Stop. Not one moment of our life has been wasted.
That goal to connect to the future, to leave something behind that will last forever is just one part, yes, but part of the purpose of it is now, is the moment. And part of it is the web of connections. Links from soul to soul. If the purpose of life was just to continue into the future, then none of it would have meaning, because it would be all anticipation and preparation. There's fruition. There is the memories of what we've already had. There is the memory of each moment. The end of our lives, even if there's no forward continuation, no progeny at all, the end of our lives doesn't erase the beginning.
Not one minute of life is wasted. The child you hold in your arms for only a day before he dies, that is not wasted, because that one day is enough of a purpose in itself. Entropy has been thrown back for an hour, a day, a week, a month. Just because we might all die here on this little world does not undo the lives before the deaths.
Okay, you conclusion is death undoes everything, so what's the point. Then why do you bother doing anything? Because someday you will die. Why should anyone ever have children? Someday they will die, their children will die, all children will die. Someday stars will wind down or blow up. Someday death will cover us all and perhaps nothing will ever come to the surface to show that we were ever there. But we were there, and during the time we lived, we were alive. That's the truth-- what is, what was, what will be-- not what could be, what should have been, what never can be. If we die, then our death has meaning to the rest of the universe.