So I was thinking today about the question "what is the meaning of life". I know it sounds really cliche, but I think that the reason things become cliche is because they are used widely, and the reason something is used widely is because it is acknowledged widely.
So avoiding much discussion on the topic, the conclusion I've come to is that the question is flawed. It's unclear, and it attempts to address an abstract concept "meaning". But before we can really answer the question "What is the meaning of life" we first have to answer "What has meaning?" and "What gives something meaning?" and "How do we quantify meaning?" I'd even ask "Can one thing have more meaning than another?" And we have to write books about this, struggling to answer the question without God.
A better question might be "Why does life exist?" but the problem with this is it is too specific, and pondering it doesn't make a philosopher feel smart, since everyone seems to have an answer. There's almost a level of pride that goes into thinking hard about difficult things. I never really imagined it in myself until I talked to a friend of mine who was obviously quite proud of his "philosophizing".
That made me wonder if I was prideful too.
I really am... losing my ability to think. It's way too late at night... I'll revisit this later.
"And infinite armies of thought all at my command."
Friday, March 23, 2012
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