Life, the universe, and meaning...

Ok, so I wax philosophical on a Friday afternoon. Must have been the ice cream cake. Or at least the cake that was supposed to be cream filled until it got left in the freezer too long, and now it's technically frozen. Still tasty, and somehow more satisfying for being frozen...

Life - oh hell. Life. Life to me is just a biological accident that ended up with us being able to tinker with the universe around us. I still think our awareness and potential is just some big cosmic joke on some entity who's still wandering around wondering what the hell happened. Just a little clay, some lightening, and a little something-something and WHAMMO! Lots of life. And we've happily turned it into consumer bliss, a Shivan dream of creating and consuming and destroying, over and over and over. When you think of stuff on those terms, what to have for dinner doesn't seem so terribly important, eh?

The universe. Wow. It's big. Nuff said...

Meaning.. Yeah, the big "what's my purpose here". Well, that's the fun of it. We've proven around here that given the freedom from scrabbling a living, we can extend ourselves to the extremes of what you can make a life. You can spend your days waiting for chances to save other people from harm and make a living from it. You can mooch off of those who let you, absorbing their money, time, and resources in return for whatever benefit they see in your company. You can crank out babies and raise them in the results of having that number of children in whatever your circumstances. You can devote yourself to saving the spinebacked, stilty owls of whatever place you find them in, chain yourself to construction equipment and use your death or injury as a statement of protest. Or you can quietly stay in your little routine of work, dinner, television, sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat.

So yeah, I guess the point of "searching for meaning" is kinda silly. You're more searching for something that tickles your fancy, makes you feel alive, important, loved, happy, exhilerated, etc. And my best thought on how to do that is to go out and experience everything you possibly can, while paying attention and not worrying so much on how comfortable you are in getting there. Sure, it's nice to have cool stuff and get there in style. But then do you still feel the wind in your hair, meet the cool people on the way, discover how creative you can be in your travels, and just see what happens....

But then that implies you're paying attention and getting over your self. Turn down the internal noise and just breathe.