evolvearth

What is this meaning of life?  I find this question meaningless, as it makes a series of assumptions.  One assumption made is that life has purpose, and the purpose can be ascertained.  Purpose in life implies intent, and intent implies a creator, and this moves the meaningless existence up one level.  Would it not imply that the creator’s existence is simply meaningless, as meaning is only derived if the object is created?  Theists would mainly object, and certainly now may they see why I object to the assertion that existence without purpose is meaningless. Desiring meaning in life beyond what we make of it undermines the adventure of

Nothing really important here to say.  I'm not an artist so I don't submit anything anymore.  Uh, college is going all right.  I still plan on being a scientist and all.  I didn't forget any children in the oven.  My ass ceased to smell like flowers.

Jugband Blues by Pink Floyd. "It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here. And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here. And I never knew the moon could be so big. And I never knew the moon could be so blue. And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes. And brought me here instead dressed in red. And I'm wondering who could be writing this song. I don't care if the sun don't shine. And I don't care if nothing is mine. And I don't care if I'm nervous with you. I'll do my loving in the winter. And the sea isn't green. And I love the queen. And what exactly is a dream? And what exactly is a joke?"