Aliensavant
01-04-2006, 02:01 PM
I don't quite know if this fits here, but it seemed likely.
About once a year, I find myself pondering human existance. I mean, not just for an hour or two like I do almost everyday, I mean for about a week long period I shut down my own influences and interaction and simply take things in. Then I sum it all up and compare it with the meaning of life. Every year my answer changes. This year, I found a hole in human conscience which drives us to exist, a void that makes us want to live. That space, of course, is the knowledge of an impending death each of us will experiance one day. It's a hole that we are driven to fill, in an attempt at immortallity, because if you fill a hole, it's suppose to dissapear, right? We live our lives out with action, influencing others, collecting material crap, and packing everything into this void so we no longer see into the darkness of it. However, when a hole is filled, it's never part of the land again, and therefore the contents only serve to disguise it temporarily. Eventually the contents of the hole will be displaced by our physical bodies and the holes become our graves while the displaced contents become our legacy. So, ultimately, we have achieved an immortality by the changes our lives have caused, which will resonate beyond our own physical demise. This drives the individual to live, this legacy. However, even that immortality lingers on the edge of a much more extensive and massive void which is the extinction of our species. Every species will experiance it, the dinosaurs were just one of the first. Now we have their legacy of bones to describe their existance. This is what drives us as a society, as a race, and as a species. The hope that our own legacy will not merely be bones which merely inspire defeat through ignorance, but inspire awe to the ones who dig us up one day and examine the contents of our culture, as societies such as the Incas and many others have already done.
This is the reason for human existance I have come up with this year.
About once a year, I find myself pondering human existance. I mean, not just for an hour or two like I do almost everyday, I mean for about a week long period I shut down my own influences and interaction and simply take things in. Then I sum it all up and compare it with the meaning of life. Every year my answer changes. This year, I found a hole in human conscience which drives us to exist, a void that makes us want to live. That space, of course, is the knowledge of an impending death each of us will experiance one day. It's a hole that we are driven to fill, in an attempt at immortallity, because if you fill a hole, it's suppose to dissapear, right? We live our lives out with action, influencing others, collecting material crap, and packing everything into this void so we no longer see into the darkness of it. However, when a hole is filled, it's never part of the land again, and therefore the contents only serve to disguise it temporarily. Eventually the contents of the hole will be displaced by our physical bodies and the holes become our graves while the displaced contents become our legacy. So, ultimately, we have achieved an immortality by the changes our lives have caused, which will resonate beyond our own physical demise. This drives the individual to live, this legacy. However, even that immortality lingers on the edge of a much more extensive and massive void which is the extinction of our species. Every species will experiance it, the dinosaurs were just one of the first. Now we have their legacy of bones to describe their existance. This is what drives us as a society, as a race, and as a species. The hope that our own legacy will not merely be bones which merely inspire defeat through ignorance, but inspire awe to the ones who dig us up one day and examine the contents of our culture, as societies such as the Incas and many others have already done.
This is the reason for human existance I have come up with this year.