Our biggest mistake is listening to doctrine as children. “Grow up and be something responsible and be mature”
I don’t wanna grow up I wanna be a toys-r- us kid.
Peter, what ever you do find something to play with every day. Put the kid back in your life. Find the wonder in a catapillar.
Go get a balsa wood glider and play with it. Laugh at absurdities and giggle at jokes. Make noise in the middle of a crowd that only you understand. Sit on the floor and make wierd things with clay or sticks. Be a kid for part of the day each and every day. What is the purpose that a child sees every day? I find that being childish at least once a day brings more clarity and happiness in how I deal with the world and others. I admit I am that person that gets all the loud annoying toys make noise in the store. If it says “try me” I push the buttons as rapidly as possible At home I play with my four legged kids, if I am working the land I make mud castles from time to time. I play with with things. I laugh at the very very least once a day. If I did not, grief, worry and stress of being an educated intelligent adult with heavy burdens could overwhelm me. I like being a kid adult at the young age of 44. Try it.
The third road is wonder. It is better to wonder and travel down this third road even though you might discover life is meaningless than either to decide life is meaningless or to decide what gives life meaning, and not travel at all. To be motionless is definitely meaningless. I don’t know whether it matters but in my opinion humanity at the present time is nearly motionless. As a consequence you feel the meaninglessness.
Beautiful header post PK. Now stop your Godamn whining. Or at least get some exercise - strap on a sandwich board bearing the dreary quote of choice - and hit the streets.
In a meaningless world, meaning is where you find it, however self-referential - and no-one’s meaning is any less meaningful than anyone else’s. You’ve just taken your bat home, because you ran out of liver and imagination.
the answers are simple, some say there is no meaning to life where i can’t find that, all i see is meaning. what is something that doesn’t have meaning?
the meaning is literally what you are; take infinity in 2D, let us visualise a thin sheet of latex which extends to infinity in all directions. a quantum event would be like a small bulge in that sheet, if you run and jumped at it we would see your imprint upon it.
now just imagine that the imprints are all there is! we are all an effect upon that infinite sheet of existence, yet there isn’t anything else out there that is you being you, that is your nature making an imprint upon life.
I am well thank you, as is my mother despite losing a bit more memory everyday. I visit ILP once in awhile. I copied my thread Life:a reaction to the void to my website. In the introduction to it I found a way to mention the hits to date and I come by to check on the number so I can update it. I don’t know how visitors to ILP still find it on page 17 I think, but the number of hits rose again since my last visit. No one has visited it on my site.
When I visit I usually poke around a bit. If your name is visible I click on it. I click on my old friends Ierrellus and faust. I notice faust shaved his beard. He looks good. I don’t think Ierrellus will ever change. This visit I clicked on Coberst and PK and was reminded again why I left ILP. In the former’s latest “Human Freedom is constipated by Assumptions” he introduces the same library card he was writing about when I joined in April '06; and Peter is still wallowing in the same pool of meaningless self pity.
I joined ILP to get reaction to the context of my writings on ILP, I published on my website. The writing experience was invaluable but except for you none of the other people I spent time with took an interest in my context. In my last communication with coberst I asked him to relate what he knew about me after 18 months. He said I was a caring 30 something. Obviously he hadn’t even been interested enough to read my bio. So I decided to try generating traffic to my site on my own if only to find out if anyone out side the ILP box was interested in what I have written there.
The traffic is OK but not yet enough to allow me to come to a decision, so I keep writing. So far the number of visitors who have recommended my writings to others is encouraging enough but not yet what I need. I think I have written a dozen or so poems that I didn’t bother publishing on ILP and I am reconstructing my essay.
Even though I have spent more time this visit than I had intended, reconnecting with you has been worth while. If you ever quit visiting ILP you should visit me on my site once in awhile just to keep in touch. In the meantime, if I see it I will click on your name on my next visit to see what you are writing. Thanks for responding.
At home I play with my four legged kids, if I am working the land I make mud castles from time to time. I play with with things. I laugh at the very very least once a day. If I did not, grief, worry and stress of being an educated intelligent adult with heavy burdens could overwhelm me. I like being a kid adult at the young age of 44. Try it.
Ummmmm, nameless, you are not supposed to step on it.