Discussion in 'General Philosophy' started by Saint, Jan 9, 2014.
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I don't think nihilism just magically falls upon someone out of the blue; it's a tendency that develops over time, gaining momentum, elaborating or strengthening the psychological circumstances that triggered the "nihilistic" initiative -- that triggered the ostracized headspace.
So if nihilism "becomes", then it requires something, a spark, a first movement, a separate understanding to, uhm, become.
Do whatever you want, it doesn't matter.
Sometimes the meaning of life, is to just live it. Whether or not, 80 years from now, on my death bed as I pass away, life no longer has meaning, because my consciousness is no longer active. What may really count, is how you are remembered and how you live on through such memories.
Can I say life is a passive thing ?
I live because I have no other choice, even though I am born in Africa , I still have to live with some hopes ?
Oh... you have a choice to live, but the meaning of life is how you live it. You can draw a great satisfaction from being alive and doing things you want to do. If you don't, then you may find yourself not wanting to live at all.
Life isn't an easy thing to understand. It's harder to contemplate existence when you don't want to exist, or you see no meaning in life in general. But it's likely, everything in our universe has a purpose and a meaning. If it didn't, we wouldn't be here.
My friend wrote a piece of work on life in the question of death. I found it to be... a disturbing but beautifully written piece of work. It raises an eye-brow or two
Just to write it down, without following a link, I have took the liberty of copying the work from the link; His essay was called, Life counts...
''The ultimate questions to life are as deep as the pelagic uncharted sea, questions which nary get resolved... perhaps those regions signed off ''there be monsters.''
But perhaps, the answers will shine as bright and as obvious as luciferin penetrating the tenebrous and caliginous environment that once over-shadowed them.
The ominous reality of life is just like a dark tunnel waiting to be ventured and egress from the other end and there truly is no subject more ominous and over-powering than that which is death itself.
What happens when we loose our grip on consciousness, when we slowly feel our spirit passing from the corporeal shell that once harbored it?
What do we see when there no more light of this earthly realm displaying the world as we once took for granted? Do we see the face of God as we venture to the pearly gates of Heaven, or is there nothing to consider at all, we are no longer here and so our question of death and what is after it may seem redundant?
What is colder than space, but perhaps the cold touch of fatality itself... That last moment in which we see our whole lives pass before our eyes in a great flash of unity?
Will you stay vigilant, keep wise about your wits? Will you fear death at it stands on your doorstep, ready to take you violently by the hand?
Will you continue to have as much wisdom about you? Will you feel bare, like someone had stripped you of your garments, standing in room for all to see, naked and ashamed, exposed within the inevitable and inexorable stages to come?
Will you try and be philosophical perhaps? Thinking that you have lived a gracious life and that death itself is the final stage of a wonderful journey?
Maybe for most the question of death is insipid... a nuisance... a question to tackle when you actually have to face it?
Will you be brave to leave the world, knowing all you really had was life? The one gift a man can be given by their parents and yet take for granted to think they could frivolously live their lives the way they had without cost... All material things now seem so irrelevant.
Or maybe you will hope to die in your sleep... so that your passing from the mortal world is as unbeknown to you as possible? It really is a gift that many of us never get the pleasure of having...
Perhaps though, there is one truth in all of this despair...
Life counts, so make it count each day.''
But not without consequence.
When will it no longer matter, his end, the end? How long would we or he have to suffer the consequences?
Nice..Treads the thin line between realism and optimism..
I can’t put my finger on it, why nihilists and theists alike bug me? Maybe it’s because they’re both self-refuting. Their responses are similar, "No, it’s because YOU can’t handle the truth." They both pity one another, don’t they? The nihilist pities those who believe in the first lie; Ye shall not surely die. The theist pities those who deny the first truth, the tree of life (phylogenetic tree). Ah ha, that’s it, that’s what bugs me. Both turn from the living and look towards the dead. Moving towards something, is that what becoming means?
Knowledge; does it really make life any more bearable? I’d like to think so.
"And one has the impression then of reaching outward and forward, of delving into something out there, of grappling with the world, trying to penetrate a mystery; and it seems that one has only just come to recognize the existence of this most fundamental problem, a problem that has been there all along, but that only now, just possibly, has one arrived at the capacity to solve, or at least to try. But this is retrospective falsification. The problem has not been there all along; it came into being only with the loss of home, and the attempt to solve it is not an effort to create something new but to recreate something old. It is a quest backward. One is trying to refashion, in a form acceptable to an intellectualizing adult, the home of one’s childhood.
How to live? Who knows the question knows not how. Who knows not the question cannot tell.
In those days, everything seemed different. It seemed possible to organize one’s life, to resist’ the tide of entropy, to impose form. In some fundamental sense, life seemed understandable, if one went at it with enough will and intelligence. Now everything seems different. Life is not to be managed or shaped or directed, it is not even to be understood. Life is to be lost. And the only question is whether with grievance or with generosity and grace.
What’s important is to call out. Not for help, there is no help. Not in despair what can anyone do but shrug, look away? But to give a signal. A gesture of love and humor to acknowledge drowning so others who drown will know they are not alone. We are all drowning; deny it with blindness, transcend it with laughter. The laughter I seek is that which looks straight in the eye of despair and laughs. The proper subjects for comedy are fear, loneliness, and death.
Maybe there is no meaning but only life; and in art, no meaning but only the illusion of life. Maybe that’s the whole thing: To observe life so closely, to search it out so carefully, with so much love, that it comes alive, that it is."
Aww…rest and motion; the dance of the universe; the essence of God…sort of reminds you of Ezekiel's living creatures or Hayyoth (to live), riding on a chariot or in a merkabah, doesn’t it?
Can you hear it, can you hear the music? It's good, isn't it?
Well, one thing is for sure, it came into being by itself, established itself, but how?
I still hate philosophy.
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P.S. Don’t forget to eat your vegetables.
Pacifism is a great way to feel great about yourself and the world. Cheer up.
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Are we no better than animals?
We are all animals.
Life is what you make it. If you think its fake then that is the life you choose to live.
Really, are you domesticated or like to run wild and pee all over things before you get spayed or neutered?
I like to pee on things.
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