The Meaning of Meaning
It's a pretty big world out there with as yet some bagillion people living on the planet everyday.
If you look at it from that standpoint, you could sometimes allow the doubt to settle in. I am indeed insignificant.
But humans tend to reject this statement despite what they might outwardly concede to. "Yeah fine im a useless schmuck." Meanwhile the little voice says, "No no no. Surely there's something out there for me??" They really need to know that they are indeed significant. Hence, the questions of the meaning of life and all that whatshit.
We are rather unfortunate, in a way, because we have reached this point of the evolution of humanity. We can now process ethereal concepts and philosophical musings of what life really is. More aptly, what life is to us and what we are to life.
I doubt if a snail cares if its existence is meanigful. Maybe it does. but it can't articulate that like we can.
Hence our attempts at self-validation.
We invent the concept of a God and a cosmos more powerful than us. Content in the mild preachings of doctrine, we sort through day to day life by the rules and mindshapings passed on from generation to generation. We sort of comfort ourselves in the fact that something, someone in the vague suburbs of our concept of boundless space, can explain to us why we are what we are, where we are.
We invent the concept of relationships and dating and the glorified boyfriendly qualities of someone who loves us and thinks us worth their time. To stop at some point and not think about themselves for once. I think that's why we like being wanted. "Haha, I'm not insignificant!!" We are, in ordinary nomenclature, a 'significant other.' Why does that sadsap woman want a boyfriend, why all these dating matches, and all these propaganda about how to keep your guy happy? It's a little pocketfull of custard in a golden brown shell called validation.
After all those questions of why I am here?, why does this happen to me?, what should i do?, when i do this what shall happen?, shall i be noticed and watched by a world of many?, is this why i crave power?, is everyone just swimming frantically trying to break through the surface of anonymity?
Maybe.
That's the thing, we can't really know.
After all those questions, there is this blank space where you can't ask any more questions and you sure as hell can't have any answers. A sort of vacuum, if you will.
But the human mind abhors a vacuum.
So we go on again inventing and innovating things that would make a mark. "I exist." Moreover, "I exist with an oooomph!!"
That is only if you think about such things.
If you don't then you're really lucky.
Because aside from being pointless and filled with complex jargon from just one single human standpoint, i.e. me; it rarely makes sense.
If it does, the coherence ends at a finite point.
This is why we seek diversions. At least to divert our attentions from the questions that might haunt us. Which is why we have a surge of gadgety materialism.
We might comfort ourselves in knowing that if and when our doubts and existentialist phrasings creep into our minds, we have the TV or the radio or sex or the new flashy car your neighbor Bob bought recently to hold our attentions.
This may go on and on, really, as I do have a lot of mind fuel, a self-validation exercise in psychic energy form. The thoughts that flit through my head are in fact trying to understand in simplistic terms, the justification of my existence. This is usually very static and slightly distressing.
At this point, if you're still reading, I'm glad I held your attention.
As a needy human being, I do like to be listened to, thinking my thoughts are significant.
If you're sharp enough, you might also reason, that I am in serious lack of diversions.
What an observant, beautiful, intelligent, wonderfully cunning person you are.
I hope you feel, temporarily, that your life holds some promise.
I dub thee validated.
If you look at it from that standpoint, you could sometimes allow the doubt to settle in. I am indeed insignificant.
But humans tend to reject this statement despite what they might outwardly concede to. "Yeah fine im a useless schmuck." Meanwhile the little voice says, "No no no. Surely there's something out there for me??" They really need to know that they are indeed significant. Hence, the questions of the meaning of life and all that whatshit.
We are rather unfortunate, in a way, because we have reached this point of the evolution of humanity. We can now process ethereal concepts and philosophical musings of what life really is. More aptly, what life is to us and what we are to life.
I doubt if a snail cares if its existence is meanigful. Maybe it does. but it can't articulate that like we can.
Hence our attempts at self-validation.
We invent the concept of a God and a cosmos more powerful than us. Content in the mild preachings of doctrine, we sort through day to day life by the rules and mindshapings passed on from generation to generation. We sort of comfort ourselves in the fact that something, someone in the vague suburbs of our concept of boundless space, can explain to us why we are what we are, where we are.
We invent the concept of relationships and dating and the glorified boyfriendly qualities of someone who loves us and thinks us worth their time. To stop at some point and not think about themselves for once. I think that's why we like being wanted. "Haha, I'm not insignificant!!" We are, in ordinary nomenclature, a 'significant other.' Why does that sadsap woman want a boyfriend, why all these dating matches, and all these propaganda about how to keep your guy happy? It's a little pocketfull of custard in a golden brown shell called validation.
After all those questions of why I am here?, why does this happen to me?, what should i do?, when i do this what shall happen?, shall i be noticed and watched by a world of many?, is this why i crave power?, is everyone just swimming frantically trying to break through the surface of anonymity?
Maybe.
That's the thing, we can't really know.
After all those questions, there is this blank space where you can't ask any more questions and you sure as hell can't have any answers. A sort of vacuum, if you will.
But the human mind abhors a vacuum.
So we go on again inventing and innovating things that would make a mark. "I exist." Moreover, "I exist with an oooomph!!"
That is only if you think about such things.
If you don't then you're really lucky.
Because aside from being pointless and filled with complex jargon from just one single human standpoint, i.e. me; it rarely makes sense.
If it does, the coherence ends at a finite point.
This is why we seek diversions. At least to divert our attentions from the questions that might haunt us. Which is why we have a surge of gadgety materialism.
We might comfort ourselves in knowing that if and when our doubts and existentialist phrasings creep into our minds, we have the TV or the radio or sex or the new flashy car your neighbor Bob bought recently to hold our attentions.
This may go on and on, really, as I do have a lot of mind fuel, a self-validation exercise in psychic energy form. The thoughts that flit through my head are in fact trying to understand in simplistic terms, the justification of my existence. This is usually very static and slightly distressing.
At this point, if you're still reading, I'm glad I held your attention.
As a needy human being, I do like to be listened to, thinking my thoughts are significant.
If you're sharp enough, you might also reason, that I am in serious lack of diversions.
What an observant, beautiful, intelligent, wonderfully cunning person you are.
I hope you feel, temporarily, that your life holds some promise.
I dub thee validated.
