[- est percipi?]
With open arms in the moonlight I behold the universe and cry, "What is your purpose? Why do you exist?" And with its characteristic silence, the universe replies, silence.
What is it indeed to exist? Life sciences hint towards survival and reproduction. Physics, towards symmetry. Spirituality towards a romantic universal. Ethics towards Kantian deontology. Philosophy yearns after the nature of existence. And yet, no one can give an answer which is complete, which is indeed characteristic of all answers. As theorised in Jaina naya, each one can but nimbly offer a part.
The universe, in all scientific probability that our knowledge can muster, has no purpose in the human sense of that word. It does not exist for a reason, things do not happen for a reason, it does not proceed towards any vision, aim or goal; reason here being a preordained or a divined process. There is, however, something to be believed in causality, and the expansion of the universe.
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Softly, I remind myself, we have one life. Carpe diem. But if the day has not been seized in manners that doth not please, worry not; 'tis not to be frothed in worry, days be; they be.
That's the best I can come up with right now.
With open arms in the moonlight I behold the universe and cry, "What is your purpose? Why do you exist?" And with its characteristic silence, the universe replies, silence.
What is it indeed to exist? Life sciences hint towards survival and reproduction. Physics, towards symmetry. Spirituality towards a romantic universal. Ethics towards Kantian deontology. Philosophy yearns after the nature of existence. And yet, no one can give an answer which is complete, which is indeed characteristic of all answers. As theorised in Jaina naya, each one can but nimbly offer a part.
The universe, in all scientific probability that our knowledge can muster, has no purpose in the human sense of that word. It does not exist for a reason, things do not happen for a reason, it does not proceed towards any vision, aim or goal; reason here being a preordained or a divined process. There is, however, something to be believed in causality, and the expansion of the universe.
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Softly, I remind myself, we have one life. Carpe diem. But if the day has not been seized in manners that doth not please, worry not; 'tis not to be frothed in worry, days be; they be.
That's the best I can come up with right now.
