What about the accumulative effect called "experience?" Are you trying to say we shouldn't try to make some sense (of purpose) out of that?Originally posted by wuliheron
Again, for all I know it really isn't a pickle, its just those crazy aliens in orbit messing with my mind. For all I know existence has a very prosaic explanation but, as they say about sausages and hot dogs, sometimes its better not to know whats inside.
Hey, we all have to "begin" somewhere now don't we. Wow that's a deep one! ... Where does "the me" begin? Whoaa ...Well, its good to know you know you exist, but how do you know you exist? Maybe who you think you are is not really who you are and those aliens in orbit are having fun with you as well. Considering you keep asking yourself questions and not getting answers.....
And yet don't you feel the "need" to take care of them? Wouldn't that imply a sense of purpose (justification) in that sense?All kidding aside, I don't think life needs a purpose. I have two wonderful kids and personally don't feel a need for a reason for them to exist. If existence is its own reason, that is no reason at all but a paradox. The pickle is a pickle because it is a pickle.
The same goes for everything being consciousness or energy. It is what it is, whatever That is, and it just doesn't matter to me personally.