So now, I pose a question:
What is the reason for purpose?
Do you need a reason for a purpose? Does purpose need a reason? Is your purpose to act without reason? Is your reason brought from acting without purpose? Are the two intrinsically linked far deeper than we ever knew? What is the reason for this post? What is the purpose of the reason? What am I thinking?
I'll tell you what I'm thinking.
Life, in its infinite majesty and incredible terror often dwarfs us in its dark shadow. To overcome fear by sheer force of personal will is the greatest achievement of man. We overcome fears daily. Fear of death, fear of rejection, fear of failure. Fear of things that the rest of our companions in nature upon this planet have the barest hint of, if at all. We can look at them and see their overcoming of fear every time they set foot outside their domains. But are they aware of it? Do they think "I have overcome my fear" each time? No. They do it in a base level we still struggle to understand. And we envy their blissful strength. Yet this unsung strength has given rise to our own mind. To the creation of an animal that can conceive potential, can act upon not just instinct, but concious thought. Thought that comes from a complex weaving of psychological factors we still have not unraveled, layered deep within our mind and imagination.
Some argue that our ability to imagine, our ability to anticipate and plan, seperates Men from Animals. Some argue that the difference is merely a figment of said imaginations. Some plan such responses to overcome anothers competing viewpoint. And they are following the path of nature at that very moment. Indeed, the one truth of life is that we compete. We squabble. We argue. We tussle, fight, wage war, and kill. It's a part of life that we hate at times, but is unavoidable. We constantly strive to overcome it, we fight against it, compete as if our lives depend on it. Which they do.
What if we overcame everything? What if there was nothing left to compete against? Inconceivable, I know, but what if ?
Could we stay sane? Could we actually manage to stay alive somehow, deprived of the opposing forces we have come to depend upon for the entirety of our existence?
If there was no reason to change, no reason to stay alive, to do anything, what would you do?
If deprived of reason, is there a purpose? If deprived of purpose, is there a reason?
What is the reason for purpose?
Do you need a reason for a purpose? Does purpose need a reason? Is your purpose to act without reason? Is your reason brought from acting without purpose? Are the two intrinsically linked far deeper than we ever knew? What is the reason for this post? What is the purpose of the reason? What am I thinking?
I'll tell you what I'm thinking.
Life, in its infinite majesty and incredible terror often dwarfs us in its dark shadow. To overcome fear by sheer force of personal will is the greatest achievement of man. We overcome fears daily. Fear of death, fear of rejection, fear of failure. Fear of things that the rest of our companions in nature upon this planet have the barest hint of, if at all. We can look at them and see their overcoming of fear every time they set foot outside their domains. But are they aware of it? Do they think "I have overcome my fear" each time? No. They do it in a base level we still struggle to understand. And we envy their blissful strength. Yet this unsung strength has given rise to our own mind. To the creation of an animal that can conceive potential, can act upon not just instinct, but concious thought. Thought that comes from a complex weaving of psychological factors we still have not unraveled, layered deep within our mind and imagination.
Some argue that our ability to imagine, our ability to anticipate and plan, seperates Men from Animals. Some argue that the difference is merely a figment of said imaginations. Some plan such responses to overcome anothers competing viewpoint. And they are following the path of nature at that very moment. Indeed, the one truth of life is that we compete. We squabble. We argue. We tussle, fight, wage war, and kill. It's a part of life that we hate at times, but is unavoidable. We constantly strive to overcome it, we fight against it, compete as if our lives depend on it. Which they do.
What if we overcame everything? What if there was nothing left to compete against? Inconceivable, I know, but what if ?
Could we stay sane? Could we actually manage to stay alive somehow, deprived of the opposing forces we have come to depend upon for the entirety of our existence?
If there was no reason to change, no reason to stay alive, to do anything, what would you do?
If deprived of reason, is there a purpose? If deprived of purpose, is there a reason?
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