something that scares and saddens me: there is no way to prove that we are anything more than meat
This is exactly why I wrote this, to share and seek to understand from my community of thinkers and feelers.
I want to believe we are more than a host for information that seeks to perpetuate itself, that manipulates the structures that create thought in us and makes us believe that we exist as unique creations. That's the route to hopelessness, and I've felt down plenty enough over the past few years, so I want to believe there is meaning beyond the purpose I described here.
In a way, I find it easier to envy trees than cats, because cats think and feel, and how hard would it be to exist as a cat after having been a human? To be nothing but vessels for life? But I completely hear you. Having started off as a cat, how lovely would life be? In the end, though, I think you're right. It's the meaning we give it.
This is why I seek to understand, so I can give it that meaning. That seems circular, I know, but I'm beginning to believe that my conception of "the meaning of life" is the pursuit of understanding, so it's a never-ending task.
Therefore, any meaning I uncover ceases to be the meaning, so I must continue to dig.
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This is exactly why I wrote this, to share and seek to understand from my community of thinkers and feelers.
I want to believe we are more than a host for information that seeks to perpetuate itself, that manipulates the structures that create thought in us and makes us believe that we exist as unique creations. That's the route to hopelessness, and I've felt down plenty enough over the past few years, so I want to believe there is meaning beyond the purpose I described here.
In a way, I find it easier to envy trees than cats, because cats think and feel, and how hard would it be to exist as a cat after having been a human? To be nothing but vessels for life? But I completely hear you. Having started off as a cat, how lovely would life be?
In the end, though, I think you're right. It's the meaning we give it.
This is why I seek to understand, so I can give it that meaning. That seems circular, I know, but I'm beginning to believe that my conception of "the meaning of life" is the pursuit of understanding, so it's a never-ending task.
Therefore, any meaning I uncover ceases to be the meaning, so I must continue to dig.
Hm.