Searching For The Meaning Of Life
I have no single, unified theory on life at this point, but I've found a few tidbitds of wisdom which resonate as true. Or at least gave me cause to stop and think. I'm confident that as soon as enough aspects of the world are covered here, a clear pattern will start to emerge.
So far I've noticed:
- It seems I prefer to get my insights from “oblique wisdom”. Lazy man's Zen, maybe?
- I don't find any of these items depressing, even if some read as a bit maudlin at first.
Any important info I've missed? Tell me.
Do you realize
We're floating in space?...
...You realize the sun doesn't go down.
It's just an illusion caused
By the world spinning 'round.
- “Do You Realize??” by The Flaming Lips
On a related note...
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
- Carl Sagan in “Pale Blue Dot”
...They know life is white light, slightly out of focus.
- “Kamikaze Cappa” by Falco (and Bolland)
- Bob The Angry Flower cartoon by Steven Notley
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In this chapter I propose to deal with what seems to me the most universal and
distinctive mark of happy men, namely zest.
Perhaps the best way to understand what is meant by zest will be to consider
the different ways in which men behave when they sit down to a meal. There are
those to whom a meal is merely a bore; no matter how excellent the food may be,
they feel it is uninteresting. Then there are the epicures, who start out hopefully, but
find that nothing has been quite so well cooked as it might have been... Finally
there are those of sound appetite, are glad of their food, eat until they have had
enough, and then stop.
Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, “Why, why, why?”
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land;
Man got to tell himself he understand.
- from “The Books Of Bokonon”